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↳ Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s StoneDiagon Alley

"Welcome, said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley." He grinned at Harry’s amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder as he saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self Stirring - Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah you’ll be needin’ one," said Hagrid "but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, “Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they’re mad….” A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry’s age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. “Look, Harry heard one of them say, “the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever -” There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels’ eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon…. ”Gringotts,” said Hagrid.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops.”

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