C H A P T E R F I V E
DIAGON ALLEY
H
arry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell
it was daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.
“It was a dream,” he told himself firmly. “I dreamed a giant
called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards.
When I open my eyes I’ll be at home in my cupboard.”
There was suddenly a loud tapping noise.
And there’ s Aunt Petunia knocking on the door, Harry thought, his
heart sinking. But he still didn’t open his eyes. It had been such a
good dream.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“All right,” Harry mumbled, “I’m getting up.”
He sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off him. The hut was full
of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the
collapsed sofa, and there was an owl rapping its claw on the win-
dow, a newspaper held in its beak.
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