CHAPTER FIVE
Harry scrambled to his feet, so happy he felt as though a large balloon was swelling inside him. He went straight to the window and jerked it open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn’ t wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to attack Hagrid’ s coat.“ Don’ t do that.” Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.“ Hagrid!” said Harry loudly.“ There’ s an owl—”“ Pay him,” Hagrid grunted into the sofa.“ What?”“ He wants payin’ fer deliverin’ the paper. Look in the pockets.” Hagrid’ s coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets— bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags... finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.“ Give him five Knuts,” said Hagrid sleepily.“ Knuts?”“ The little bronze ones.” Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window. Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched.“ Best be off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an’ buy all yer stuff fer school.”
Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. He had just thought of something that made him feel as though the happy balloon inside him had got a puncture.
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