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Mr. H. Potter
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.
"Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as -- as -- abnormal -- and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it -- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.
"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."
"Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on -- I dunno what it was, no one does -- but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. Hagrid must have jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and he got quickly off the spindly chair.
"Great idea though, thanks, Mom."
"Hagrid," he said quietly, "I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."