Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, dโyeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didnโt you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pigโs tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forgeโ the details," Hagrid chortled.
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