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And learn until our brains all rot.
"I don't know," said Harry, realizing this for the first time. He pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket.
BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly.
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell -- George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
"Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley, don' worry."
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train -- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"
Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.
Hagrid wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either ("It says pewter on yer list"), but they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).（央视记者 徐海霞）