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3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
I'll eat myself if you can find
"Everyone thinks I'm special," he said at last. "All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander... but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol-, sorry -- I mean, the night my parents died."
Hagrid helped Harry on to the train that would take him back to the Dursleys, then handed him an envelope.
"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page.
"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember.... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter.... After all, He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -- terrible, yes, but great."
"Is he always that nervous?"
He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows.
"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have Someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"
A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray water below them.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.
Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.
"Mom -- geroff" He wriggled free.