Hagrid, I arrive in the storm, but I’m not scared of the wind. I’m big enough to fill the hut, yet I speak to the boy gently. , Hagrid’s umbrella, I look like an everyday object, but I can do things a normal one can’t. I spin above a head, and something strange happens in a flash of light., The birthday cake (“Happy Birthday Harry”), I’m sweet, slightly squashed, and I carry a message without words. My top says something kind, even though the boy has never heard it before., Hogwarts, I’m not a place you walk into from the street, but a school that “awaits” a reply., Voldemort, I am the name people avoid saying., Keeper of Keys, I’m a title that sounds ordinary, but in this story it matters a lot. I show someone has a job in a magical school, not a normal one., An owl, I’m small and quiet, but I travel through the storm as if it’s nothing. I hold a rolled note in my beak and disappear into the night., A cup of tea, I’m a polite British habit. Even in danger, someone asks for me as if it’s normal., Harry’s scar, I’m a mark that should have been “ordinary,” but I wasn’t. I sits on a forehead and connects the boy to an invisible story..

HP Chapter 4

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