THE JOURNEY FROM PLATFORM
NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS
He pointed at Harry’s forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron
stared.
“So that’s where You-Know-Who — ?”
“Yes,” said Harry, “but I can’t remember it.”
“Nothing?” said Ron eagerly.
“Well — I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.”
“Wow,” said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments,
then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he
looked quickly out of the window again.
“Are all your family wizards?” asked Harry, who found Ron just
as interesting as Ron found him.
“Er — yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mom’s got a second
cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”
“So you must know loads of magic already.”
The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families
the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.
“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron. “What are
they like?”
“Horrible — well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and
cousin are, though. Wish I’d had three wizard brothers.”
“Five,” said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. “I’m
the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a
lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left — Bill was head
boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect.
Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good
marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects
me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because
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