Chapter 312 Harry's Birthday
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 312 Harry's Birthday
Harry struggled to escape from the increasingly crowded crowd.
— Crazy, all crazy.
Wizards of different ages who hated brooms, or who liked this style of brooms, crowded together, big and small, old and young, all kinds. Harry even saw some wizards dressed in foreign clothes... The two sides confronted each other, almost going to war.
The entire Diagon Alley was almost completely blocked.
Harry even got to see Neville Longbottom and his terrifying grandmother, who seemed to be in full swing.
The old woman directly held an old-fashioned leather bag full of colors, "flapped it left and right", and pulled Neville out of the crowd.
Following them, Harry arrived at [Leihen Bookstore].
Looking back, the entire [Quidditch Boutique Broom Shop] was surrounded by wizards, and the people became more and more fanatical, spitting stars almost like machine guns, shooting at each other.
Harry was horrified. He hadn't expected people to be so crazy about the McGuffin's odd-looking broom.
Now Harry understood a little bit why McGuffin received several thousand galleons of royalties from [Universal Light Wheel Company] in the first place.
However, the most important thing now is to buy the things you need to go to school as soon as possible.
Just when there is no one there.
(Because Hogwarts gave a short notice that school will start in a few days, so there are a lot of little wizards in Diagon Alley these two days. In this situation, it is just convenient for Harry not to queue up to buy.)
He had to go to the pharmacy to replenish herbs, and the wizard robes he had worn for two years had become very small, and the sleeves on his arms were several inches short. He also had to go to [Madame Malkin's Robe Shop] to buy a new set of wizard robes, and most importantly, he had to buy books.
Textbooks for the two main subjects—Protection of Magical Creatures, and Divination, as well as some secondary subjects that Harry wanted to choose, for credit.
However, coming to [Leihen Bookstore] surprised Harry, the place has completely changed.
Harry heard some familiar noises.
Screams, roars, and the wailing of the shop assistants continued to come from inside.
The original [Leihen Bookstore] was full of various golden reliefs, books on event pages, various bestsellers in "Wizard Weekly",...it was even reduced to Lockhart's signature venue last semester, but now...
Has been completely reduced to a Colosseum.
Shredded paper and the sound of collisions are constantly coming from a large iron cage placed in the room.
There are about a hundred "Monster Books of Monsters" in it. These monster books are closed together, and the result can be imagined...
Roaring in rage, they engaged in gladiatorial contests, biting, and beating, and the iron cage slammed loudly.
The young wizard clerks slumped on the chairs not far away like salted fish. When they saw that these books were about to tear the other "Monster Books" in half, they waved their wands and froze them to prevent further deterioration.
But it can only be done like this.
Harry was stunned for a while, before he took out the book list he had made from his pocket.
Thank goodness!
No wonder Hagrid had mailed him such a book.
It seems that I don't need to buy that book.
"Harry?"
"Harry!"
A panting voice came from behind him.
Harry sounded familiar, and looked back.
It was Hermione, looking incredible, tanned all over.
"Got you!"
"I just saw you in the crowd..."
"Those wizards are really crazy, isn't it just a broom? Really... really can't understand!"
Hermione complained.
She told Harry that now (the part of the street in front of the Quidditch shop) was completely sealed off, and a lot of people wanted to go in and see what was going on?Some people want to come and buy things, some people want to go to the other side...
"Didn't the Ministry of Magic send a traffic policeman here to direct the traffic?"
"What traffic policeman?"
"Oh, there should indeed be someone to manage the order here!"
At this time, the manager of [Leihen Bookstore] waved his wand, tied the two "Monster Books" with ropes in the iron cage, took a breath, and finally came forward.
He looked at Hermione curiously, and asked impatiently, "Are you a freshman in the third year of Hogwarts? Want to buy a new book?"
Speaking resignedly, he took out a pair of thick, long-lasting leather gloves from the corner, and picked up a thick, knotty bamboo pole with an iron handle in front of him, and walked towards the iron cage containing "The Monster Book of Monsters".
"Wait! I already have..." Harry looked at Hermione.
"I need one more!" cried Hermione.
There was an embarrassing look on the manager's face, he really didn't want to reach into those horrible books again just for a mere one.
"You should scratch them... and they'll be quiet for a while," suggested Harry.
Speaking of which, Harry borrowed the glove from the shopkeeper, and in the eyes of the shopkeeper who looked at him as a dead guy, he put his hand into the iron cage.
He quickly helped the backs of the other "Monster Books". It was strange to say that these books, which were fighting hard, always faced the wizards with their backs, and they didn't have much defense.
As the "Ghost Books" collapsed to the ground one by one, Harry quickly picked up the two "Ghost Books" that the manager had bound with a spell.
The two books were scrambling in Harry's hands, struggling wildly.
It wasn't until Harry pressed the lid of the iron cage and scratched the two books on his back again that he became quiet.
The manager showed an incredible expression, and he expressed his thanks repeatedly.
"You're... Potter? Harry Potter?"
"Thank you so much, all your textbooks are free this time..."
"no need……"
"No, no, no! This is what it should be! To be honest, you saved our bookstore from these books. I will never store these damn books, never! I need to take care of them non-stop all day long. I am afraid that if I take a nap, there will only be some fragments left? I thought those "Fairy's Fairy Book" and "Invisibility Book of Invisibility" were bad enough...those are so expensive..."
The manager muttered and complained, took the biting book that Harry handed over, hugged it in a low voice and tried to stroke its back, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it had really quieted down in his hands.
"Well, what more books do you and your friend want?"
Harry took out his book list, "I want... a copy of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future"!"
"Hermione, you too, right? By the way, what electives did you take?"
Hermione took the "Monster Book of Monsters" carefully, and handed a palm-wide, very long note to the manager of the bookstore.
"Excuse me, I want the Cassandra Vabras book too, and all the books on this list..."
Harry glanced at it, dizzy, densely covered... He even saw a book from "The Encyclopedia of Muggle Survival Techniques in the 20th Century" written by Nathan De Cipelo, and "One Hundred Tips on How to Unobtrusively Blend into the Muggle Community"... etc. Such incredible, completely nonsensical books.
Harry remembered it was the Muggle Studies book.
"Hermione, you are..." Harry almost swallowed his tongue.
"Oh! You signed up for all your classes, didn't you? You're from Ravenclaw!"
"No, Gryffindor's!" Hermione's question and answer with the bookstore manager almost caused Harry's glasses to drop to the floor.
The manager of the bookstore shook his head, glanced at Hermione in disbelief, took out a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses and put them on the nose frame, carefully checked the book list, then walked into a compartment under the stairs, and took out a small box of books.
"Here are all the books... Oh! Except for the "Monster Book of Monsters" are all here! Including all the books for elective courses..."
"Every time Hogwarts sends us a book list, we prepare a box in advance, just in case little wizards like you..."
"By the way, Harry, your book is in the back half of the bookstore... come with me!" He said, taking Harry to the back half of the bookstore.There is a corner there, which is full of books on divination.
There are many similar books on a small table, "Broken Ball: When Fate is Bad", "Famous Prophecies in the Wizarding World", "The Age of Medieval Wizards: Prophecies of the Twilight of Ragnarok in Various Countries..."
"promise!"
The manager climbed the ladder and took a thick book with a black cover from the upper shelf, and handed it to Harry.
But Harry didn't care, just stood in front of the small table, staring at the book "The Middle Age of Wizardry,..." book.
Because Harry saw a familiar scene on it, under a towering giant tree, there were layers of blood corpses, skeletons, ghost corpses, and mummies lying on the ground, layer upon layer.
"Harry! Your book... This book "Putting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future" is the most basic and comprehensive of all divination—palm reading, crystal balls, bird viscera, observing tea leaves,...and the most classic misty phantom...these are the most representative divinations of modern European and Western magic...It has a strong guiding role for beginners."
"Harry!"
The bookstore manager called three or four times before waking him up.
"Oh, Harry, if I were you, I wouldn't believe these books..." the manager of the bookstore said somewhat irrefutably,
"The terrorist attacks of giant plants in the magic world some time ago triggered a wave of fascination among wizards with the civilization of the medieval wizard era. If you ask me...these things seem to be forged. I don't believe that such a wizard civilization can burst out in those ancient closed wizard environments, and it can be more powerful than our modern magic..."
"The magic creations like those in Egypt were all discovered by modern European pure-blood families and local wizard families... I don't believe it!"
"What's more, those ancient magical creations can all be imitated through modern magic."
At this time, the outside door rang, and another little wizard came in.
"By the way, the remaining books are all on the shelf in front... They are all Hogwarts textbooks, and you should find them easily!"
After speaking, the manager of the bookstore hurried to the front hall to accompany the new customer.
"What do you want "Monster Book of Monsters" too?" The clerk cried out from outside.
Harry took his eyes off the book with difficulty, and found the "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spells, Level [-]" on the bookshelf in front of him.
Hermione walked in angrily, holding the small box of textbooks.
(He seemed to have heard Hermione arguing with a certain girl earlier, which gave him a subtle sense of familiarity, but he really couldn't remember who it was...)
"Harry, get out of here quickly. I can't take it anymore..."
As soon as he turned around, he strode straight forward.
When Harry came to the front hall of [Leihen Bookstore] with the new book under his arm,
It dawned on him.
It's Draco...
Forehead!De LS Malfoy.
And her mother, Narcissa Malfoy.
Now, they are almost carved out of the same mold.
She has blond straight short hair with a shawl, and her white skin is slightly shiny.
There is a kind of mean arrogance on the face, the corners of the mouth are turned up, the corners of the eyes are turned up, and there is no one in the eyes.
The only difference is that DeLS Malfoy's eyes are exactly the same as before, still a kind of cold gray, while Narcissa's pupils are a kind of jet brown.
Obviously, their extremely arrogant demeanor is very annoying, and it destroys the charm of Eastern European witches on their faces.
As soon as Harry saw the two of them, he gasped, and two memories of Malfoy came rushing through his mind.
Knowing the truth, he really faced this scene.
Harry lowered his head and hurriedly left the bookstore with the book under his arm, for fear of attracting the other party's attention.
It can be said that he fled in despair!
He didn't care about the daily ridicule after De LS recognized him.
Hermione was at the door of the bookstore, looking impatiently at the still blocked intersection.
Looking at the door again, De LS, who was still arrogant in the bookstore, was even more angry.
Harry just came out of his memory... Hermione's original conflict with DLS was more intense and obvious, and he and Ron didn't seem to be on the same channel with DLS.
(Even if she is from the Malfoy family and from Slytherin House, she is still just a little witch. Harry and Ron really can't beat her up with fists. On the contrary, Hermione is both a girl and a Muggle. She is often the most outstanding student in the same grade in the professor's mouth. In the end, she is from Gryffindor... After several conflicts with De LS, the two became completely sworn enemies.)
Anyway, that's how Harry remembered it.
Half an hour later, after Harry and Hermione made new robes at [Mrs. Malkin] again, and bought herbs and other items for the start of school.
The flow of people in the [Quidditch Boutique] finally dispersed.
"By the way, Hermione, when did you come back? I thought I would meet you and McGuffin on the Hogwarts Express. How about Ron and the others?"
After the two of them crossed the small brick bridge transformed by magic, they came to the dilapidated alley of [The Leaky Cauldron], Harry asked.
He wanted to defuse the negativity that was in the air.
Hermione's face was still ugly.
She said stiffly, "As soon as I received the letter from Hogwarts, informing me that school would start early, I hurriedly packed my luggage and came back. I probably just returned home the day before yesterday, and today is considered the end of my rest."
"By the way, Potter..."
Hermione opened the back door of the [Leaky Cauldron] and called Harry's name with an ugly face.
"Um?"
"Happy birthday!"
She yelled suddenly, and pulled her wand from the bottom of the case, conjuring multicolored papers that sent golden fireworks over Harry's head.
Harry walked into the lobby on the first floor of the [Leaky Cauldron] and saw...a colorful banner that was constantly flashing fluorescent lights.
Happy Birthday to Harry Potter!
"Happy birthday, Harry!"
Ron, McGuffin, Percy, George, Fred, the Weasleys... Hagrid, and even Hermione's parents were all here.
There are also other guests and employees who come and go to [The Leaky Cauldron Bar] (old wizard, old Tom, little witch, and all kinds of weird wizards...)
Everyone congratulated Harry in the living room.
"Happy birthday!"
The surprise literally left Harry speechless.
(End of this chapter)
Harry struggled to escape from the increasingly crowded crowd.
— Crazy, all crazy.
Wizards of different ages who hated brooms, or who liked this style of brooms, crowded together, big and small, old and young, all kinds. Harry even saw some wizards dressed in foreign clothes... The two sides confronted each other, almost going to war.
The entire Diagon Alley was almost completely blocked.
Harry even got to see Neville Longbottom and his terrifying grandmother, who seemed to be in full swing.
The old woman directly held an old-fashioned leather bag full of colors, "flapped it left and right", and pulled Neville out of the crowd.
Following them, Harry arrived at [Leihen Bookstore].
Looking back, the entire [Quidditch Boutique Broom Shop] was surrounded by wizards, and the people became more and more fanatical, spitting stars almost like machine guns, shooting at each other.
Harry was horrified. He hadn't expected people to be so crazy about the McGuffin's odd-looking broom.
Now Harry understood a little bit why McGuffin received several thousand galleons of royalties from [Universal Light Wheel Company] in the first place.
However, the most important thing now is to buy the things you need to go to school as soon as possible.
Just when there is no one there.
(Because Hogwarts gave a short notice that school will start in a few days, so there are a lot of little wizards in Diagon Alley these two days. In this situation, it is just convenient for Harry not to queue up to buy.)
He had to go to the pharmacy to replenish herbs, and the wizard robes he had worn for two years had become very small, and the sleeves on his arms were several inches short. He also had to go to [Madame Malkin's Robe Shop] to buy a new set of wizard robes, and most importantly, he had to buy books.
Textbooks for the two main subjects—Protection of Magical Creatures, and Divination, as well as some secondary subjects that Harry wanted to choose, for credit.
However, coming to [Leihen Bookstore] surprised Harry, the place has completely changed.
Harry heard some familiar noises.
Screams, roars, and the wailing of the shop assistants continued to come from inside.
The original [Leihen Bookstore] was full of various golden reliefs, books on event pages, various bestsellers in "Wizard Weekly",...it was even reduced to Lockhart's signature venue last semester, but now...
Has been completely reduced to a Colosseum.
Shredded paper and the sound of collisions are constantly coming from a large iron cage placed in the room.
There are about a hundred "Monster Books of Monsters" in it. These monster books are closed together, and the result can be imagined...
Roaring in rage, they engaged in gladiatorial contests, biting, and beating, and the iron cage slammed loudly.
The young wizard clerks slumped on the chairs not far away like salted fish. When they saw that these books were about to tear the other "Monster Books" in half, they waved their wands and froze them to prevent further deterioration.
But it can only be done like this.
Harry was stunned for a while, before he took out the book list he had made from his pocket.
Thank goodness!
No wonder Hagrid had mailed him such a book.
It seems that I don't need to buy that book.
"Harry?"
"Harry!"
A panting voice came from behind him.
Harry sounded familiar, and looked back.
It was Hermione, looking incredible, tanned all over.
"Got you!"
"I just saw you in the crowd..."
"Those wizards are really crazy, isn't it just a broom? Really... really can't understand!"
Hermione complained.
She told Harry that now (the part of the street in front of the Quidditch shop) was completely sealed off, and a lot of people wanted to go in and see what was going on?Some people want to come and buy things, some people want to go to the other side...
"Didn't the Ministry of Magic send a traffic policeman here to direct the traffic?"
"What traffic policeman?"
"Oh, there should indeed be someone to manage the order here!"
At this time, the manager of [Leihen Bookstore] waved his wand, tied the two "Monster Books" with ropes in the iron cage, took a breath, and finally came forward.
He looked at Hermione curiously, and asked impatiently, "Are you a freshman in the third year of Hogwarts? Want to buy a new book?"
Speaking resignedly, he took out a pair of thick, long-lasting leather gloves from the corner, and picked up a thick, knotty bamboo pole with an iron handle in front of him, and walked towards the iron cage containing "The Monster Book of Monsters".
"Wait! I already have..." Harry looked at Hermione.
"I need one more!" cried Hermione.
There was an embarrassing look on the manager's face, he really didn't want to reach into those horrible books again just for a mere one.
"You should scratch them... and they'll be quiet for a while," suggested Harry.
Speaking of which, Harry borrowed the glove from the shopkeeper, and in the eyes of the shopkeeper who looked at him as a dead guy, he put his hand into the iron cage.
He quickly helped the backs of the other "Monster Books". It was strange to say that these books, which were fighting hard, always faced the wizards with their backs, and they didn't have much defense.
As the "Ghost Books" collapsed to the ground one by one, Harry quickly picked up the two "Ghost Books" that the manager had bound with a spell.
The two books were scrambling in Harry's hands, struggling wildly.
It wasn't until Harry pressed the lid of the iron cage and scratched the two books on his back again that he became quiet.
The manager showed an incredible expression, and he expressed his thanks repeatedly.
"You're... Potter? Harry Potter?"
"Thank you so much, all your textbooks are free this time..."
"no need……"
"No, no, no! This is what it should be! To be honest, you saved our bookstore from these books. I will never store these damn books, never! I need to take care of them non-stop all day long. I am afraid that if I take a nap, there will only be some fragments left? I thought those "Fairy's Fairy Book" and "Invisibility Book of Invisibility" were bad enough...those are so expensive..."
The manager muttered and complained, took the biting book that Harry handed over, hugged it in a low voice and tried to stroke its back, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it had really quieted down in his hands.
"Well, what more books do you and your friend want?"
Harry took out his book list, "I want... a copy of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future"!"
"Hermione, you too, right? By the way, what electives did you take?"
Hermione took the "Monster Book of Monsters" carefully, and handed a palm-wide, very long note to the manager of the bookstore.
"Excuse me, I want the Cassandra Vabras book too, and all the books on this list..."
Harry glanced at it, dizzy, densely covered... He even saw a book from "The Encyclopedia of Muggle Survival Techniques in the 20th Century" written by Nathan De Cipelo, and "One Hundred Tips on How to Unobtrusively Blend into the Muggle Community"... etc. Such incredible, completely nonsensical books.
Harry remembered it was the Muggle Studies book.
"Hermione, you are..." Harry almost swallowed his tongue.
"Oh! You signed up for all your classes, didn't you? You're from Ravenclaw!"
"No, Gryffindor's!" Hermione's question and answer with the bookstore manager almost caused Harry's glasses to drop to the floor.
The manager of the bookstore shook his head, glanced at Hermione in disbelief, took out a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses and put them on the nose frame, carefully checked the book list, then walked into a compartment under the stairs, and took out a small box of books.
"Here are all the books... Oh! Except for the "Monster Book of Monsters" are all here! Including all the books for elective courses..."
"Every time Hogwarts sends us a book list, we prepare a box in advance, just in case little wizards like you..."
"By the way, Harry, your book is in the back half of the bookstore... come with me!" He said, taking Harry to the back half of the bookstore.There is a corner there, which is full of books on divination.
There are many similar books on a small table, "Broken Ball: When Fate is Bad", "Famous Prophecies in the Wizarding World", "The Age of Medieval Wizards: Prophecies of the Twilight of Ragnarok in Various Countries..."
"promise!"
The manager climbed the ladder and took a thick book with a black cover from the upper shelf, and handed it to Harry.
But Harry didn't care, just stood in front of the small table, staring at the book "The Middle Age of Wizardry,..." book.
Because Harry saw a familiar scene on it, under a towering giant tree, there were layers of blood corpses, skeletons, ghost corpses, and mummies lying on the ground, layer upon layer.
"Harry! Your book... This book "Putting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future" is the most basic and comprehensive of all divination—palm reading, crystal balls, bird viscera, observing tea leaves,...and the most classic misty phantom...these are the most representative divinations of modern European and Western magic...It has a strong guiding role for beginners."
"Harry!"
The bookstore manager called three or four times before waking him up.
"Oh, Harry, if I were you, I wouldn't believe these books..." the manager of the bookstore said somewhat irrefutably,
"The terrorist attacks of giant plants in the magic world some time ago triggered a wave of fascination among wizards with the civilization of the medieval wizard era. If you ask me...these things seem to be forged. I don't believe that such a wizard civilization can burst out in those ancient closed wizard environments, and it can be more powerful than our modern magic..."
"The magic creations like those in Egypt were all discovered by modern European pure-blood families and local wizard families... I don't believe it!"
"What's more, those ancient magical creations can all be imitated through modern magic."
At this time, the outside door rang, and another little wizard came in.
"By the way, the remaining books are all on the shelf in front... They are all Hogwarts textbooks, and you should find them easily!"
After speaking, the manager of the bookstore hurried to the front hall to accompany the new customer.
"What do you want "Monster Book of Monsters" too?" The clerk cried out from outside.
Harry took his eyes off the book with difficulty, and found the "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spells, Level [-]" on the bookshelf in front of him.
Hermione walked in angrily, holding the small box of textbooks.
(He seemed to have heard Hermione arguing with a certain girl earlier, which gave him a subtle sense of familiarity, but he really couldn't remember who it was...)
"Harry, get out of here quickly. I can't take it anymore..."
As soon as he turned around, he strode straight forward.
When Harry came to the front hall of [Leihen Bookstore] with the new book under his arm,
It dawned on him.
It's Draco...
Forehead!De LS Malfoy.
And her mother, Narcissa Malfoy.
Now, they are almost carved out of the same mold.
She has blond straight short hair with a shawl, and her white skin is slightly shiny.
There is a kind of mean arrogance on the face, the corners of the mouth are turned up, the corners of the eyes are turned up, and there is no one in the eyes.
The only difference is that DeLS Malfoy's eyes are exactly the same as before, still a kind of cold gray, while Narcissa's pupils are a kind of jet brown.
Obviously, their extremely arrogant demeanor is very annoying, and it destroys the charm of Eastern European witches on their faces.
As soon as Harry saw the two of them, he gasped, and two memories of Malfoy came rushing through his mind.
Knowing the truth, he really faced this scene.
Harry lowered his head and hurriedly left the bookstore with the book under his arm, for fear of attracting the other party's attention.
It can be said that he fled in despair!
He didn't care about the daily ridicule after De LS recognized him.
Hermione was at the door of the bookstore, looking impatiently at the still blocked intersection.
Looking at the door again, De LS, who was still arrogant in the bookstore, was even more angry.
Harry just came out of his memory... Hermione's original conflict with DLS was more intense and obvious, and he and Ron didn't seem to be on the same channel with DLS.
(Even if she is from the Malfoy family and from Slytherin House, she is still just a little witch. Harry and Ron really can't beat her up with fists. On the contrary, Hermione is both a girl and a Muggle. She is often the most outstanding student in the same grade in the professor's mouth. In the end, she is from Gryffindor... After several conflicts with De LS, the two became completely sworn enemies.)
Anyway, that's how Harry remembered it.
Half an hour later, after Harry and Hermione made new robes at [Mrs. Malkin] again, and bought herbs and other items for the start of school.
The flow of people in the [Quidditch Boutique] finally dispersed.
"By the way, Hermione, when did you come back? I thought I would meet you and McGuffin on the Hogwarts Express. How about Ron and the others?"
After the two of them crossed the small brick bridge transformed by magic, they came to the dilapidated alley of [The Leaky Cauldron], Harry asked.
He wanted to defuse the negativity that was in the air.
Hermione's face was still ugly.
She said stiffly, "As soon as I received the letter from Hogwarts, informing me that school would start early, I hurriedly packed my luggage and came back. I probably just returned home the day before yesterday, and today is considered the end of my rest."
"By the way, Potter..."
Hermione opened the back door of the [Leaky Cauldron] and called Harry's name with an ugly face.
"Um?"
"Happy birthday!"
She yelled suddenly, and pulled her wand from the bottom of the case, conjuring multicolored papers that sent golden fireworks over Harry's head.
Harry walked into the lobby on the first floor of the [Leaky Cauldron] and saw...a colorful banner that was constantly flashing fluorescent lights.
Happy Birthday to Harry Potter!
"Happy birthday, Harry!"
Ron, McGuffin, Percy, George, Fred, the Weasleys... Hagrid, and even Hermione's parents were all here.
There are also other guests and employees who come and go to [The Leaky Cauldron Bar] (old wizard, old Tom, little witch, and all kinds of weird wizards...)
Everyone congratulated Harry in the living room.
"Happy birthday!"
The surprise literally left Harry speechless.
(End of this chapter)
