CHAPTER FIVE
“ Mmm ,” said Harry , wishing he could say something a bit more interesting .
“ I say , look at that man !” said the boy suddenly , nodding toward the front window . Hagrid was standing there , grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn ’ t come in .
“ That ’ s Hagrid ,” said Harry , pleased to know something the boy didn ’ t . “ He works at Hogwarts .”
“ Oh ,” said the boy , “ I ’ ve heard of him . He ’ s a sort of servant , isn ’ t he ?”
“ He ’ s the gamekeeper ,” said Harry . He was liking the boy less and less every second .
“ Yes , exactly . I heard he ’ s a sort of savage — lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk , tries to do magic , and ends up setting fire to his bed .” “ I think he ’ s brilliant ,” said Harry coldly . “ Do you ?” said the boy , with a slight sneer . “ Why is he with you ?
Where are your parents ?” “ They ’ re dead ,” said Harry shortly . He didn ’ t feel much like going into the matter with this boy . “ Oh , sorry ,” said the other , not sounding sorry at all . “ But they were our kind , weren ’ t they ?” “ They were a witch and wizard , if that ’ s what you mean .” “ I really don ’ t think they should let the other sort in , do you ? They ’ re just not the same , they ’ ve never been brought up to know our ways . Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter , imagine . I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families . What ’ s your surname , anyway ?”
But before Harry could answer , Madam Malkin said , “ That ’ s
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