THE JOURNEY FROM PLATFORM
NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS
“That’s the House Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?”
“Yeah,” said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking de-
pressed.
“You know, I think the ends of Scabbers’ whiskers are a bit
lighter,” said Harry, trying to take Ron’s mind off Houses. “So
what do your oldest brothers do now that they’ve left, anyway?”
Harry was wondering what a wizard did once he’d finished
school.
“Charlie’s in Romania studying dragons, and Bill’s in Africa do-
ing something for Gringotts,” said Ron. “Did you hear about
Gringotts? Its been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don’t suppose
you get that with the Muggles — someone tried to rob a high se-
curity vault.”
Harry stared.
“Really? What happened to them?”
“Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been
caught. My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get
round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything, that’s
what’s odd. ’Course, everyone gets scared when something like this
happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.”
Harry turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to
get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who was mentioned.
He supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but
it had been a lot more comfortable saying “Voldemort” without
worrying.
“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked.
“Er — I don’t know any,” Harry confessed.
“What!” Ron looked dumbfounded. “Oh, you wait, it’s the best
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