“Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh,” said Hagrid. “Harry—yer a wizard.”

There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

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“I’m a what?” gasped Harry.

“A wizard, o’ course,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, “an’ a thumpin’ good’un, I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An’ I reckon it’s abou’ time yeh read yer letter.”