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"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
"What? My -- my mom and dad weren't famous, were they?"
Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"Fred? George? Are you there?"
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
Harry was going to ask Ron if he'd had any of the treacle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once.
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know how to --"
Harry was very relieved to find out that he wasn't miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn't had any idea that they were witches and wizards. There was so much to learn that even people like Ron didn't have much of a head start.
Weather's horrible. Hope you're Well.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.