CHAPTER SIX
“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry, who had never had any-
thing to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was
a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through
all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay for-
gotten).
“What are these?” Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of
Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not really frogs, are they?” He was start-
ing to feel that nothing would surprise him.
“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.”
“What?”
“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know — Chocolate Frogs have
cards inside them, you know, to collect — famous witches and
wizards. I’ve got about five hundred, but I haven’t got Agrippa or
Ptolemy.”
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It
showed a man’s face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long,
crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Under-
neath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
“So this is Dumbledore!” said Harry.
“Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron.
“Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa — thanks —”
Harry turned over his card and read:
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
currently headmaster of hogwarts
C onsidered by many the greatest wizard of modern times,
Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the
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