Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Harry hoped that his lack of parentage might be able to go against that. But it was just luck that he would be able to play as a first-year. But from what he heard from Sirius, Minnie might never allow him.
*
They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. Which Harry thought, was okay.
They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.
" 'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk."
She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:
Mr H. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel
Cokeworth
Harry didn't try to get the letter this time. He already knew what was in it.
Vernon snatched the letter out of the woman hands and ripped it. The woman stared.
"No," said Vernon. "There is no Harry Potter here,"
He glanced furtively at Harry as he said this.
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"Wouldn't it be better if we just go home, dear?", asked Petunia timidly, as she looked across the water, to the shack they'd be moving into, from inside the car.
"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully.
Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car and disappeared.
It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car.
Dudley snivelled.
"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."
Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If he was correct they had left the Dursley's house on the last day of the second week before his birthday.
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