“Can we buy all this in London?” Harry wondered aloud.
“If yeh know where to go,” said Hagrid.
Harry had never been to London before. Although Hagrid seemed to knowwhere he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in anordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground, andcomplained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow.
“I don’t know how the Muggles manage without magic,” he said as theyclimbed a broken-down escalator that led up to a bustling road linedwith shops.
Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Harry had to dowas keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores,hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if itcould sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full ofordinary people. Could there really be piles of wizard gold buried milesbeneath them? Were there really shops that sold spell books andbroomsticks? Might this not all be some huge joke that the Dursleys hadcooked up? If Harry hadn’t known that the Dursleys had no sense ofhumor, he might have thought so; yet somehow, even though everythingHagrid had told him so far was unbelievable, Harry couldn’t helptrusting him.
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