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Ron didn’t smile. The Howler was obviously still on his mind.
“That Lockhart’s something, isn’t he?” said Justin happily as they began filling their plant pots with dragon dung compost. “Awfully brave chap. Have you read his books? I’d have died of fear if I’d been cornered in a telephone booth by a werewolf, but he stayed cool and — zap — just fantastic.
“My name was down for Eton, you know. I can’t tell you how
glad I am I came here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockhart’s books I think she’s begun to see how useful it’ll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family. . . .”
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Colin drew a great shuddering breath of excitement and said, “It’s amazing here, isn’t it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts.
My dad’s a milkman, he couldn’t believe it either. So I’m taking
loads of pictures to send home to him. And it’d be really good
if I had one of you” — he looked imploringly at Harry — “maybe
your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?”