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When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
Harry didn't say anything.
"Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, eh please...."
"Get the mail, Harry."
The goblin read the letter carefully.
"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Passersby stared a lot at Hagrid as they walked through the little town to the station. Harry couldn't blame them. Not only was Hagrid twice as tall as anyone else, he kept pointing at perfectly ordinary things like parking meters and saying loudly, "See that, Harry? Things these Muggles dream up, eh?"
He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"
"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.