“Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in Emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, the Sea.”

—Sorcerer’s/Philosopher’s Stone - Chapter 4 - The Keeper of the Keys

Chapter 4 - The Keeper of Keys, Part 2

(So sorry it took so long to update, but I had so much work for uni that I could barely think of anything else!)

‘Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die.

Mmm, this is weird, because we know that’s the whole point of the books, that Voldemort couldn’t die because he wasn’t a whole human to begin with. Hagrid’s probably just guessing here – I doubt Albus Secrets-and-Lies Dumbledore would have ever mentioned anything to someone who, albeit trustworthy, had always tended to say more than he should. I guess it’s more like Jo not really thinking about how much each character knew at this point in her writing, because she couldn’t have imagined her words would ever be under this level of scrutiny from fans.

And codswallop is the most awesome word, ever.

‘NEVER –‘ he thundered, ‘- INSULT – ALBUS – DUMBLEDORE – IN – FRONT – OF – ME!’

There’s a beautiful parallel here between Hagrid and Harry. Hagrid will not allow anything remotely negative to be said about Dumbledore, because he’s the man who believed him, respected him and gave his life some meaning and worthiness when no-one cared about what happened to him, and continued to defend him throughout his life. And Harry will be a lot like this when people say bad things about Hagrid – who was his first friend, and who always believed him no matter what.

Caibidil 4 - Coimeádaí na nEochracha;

BÚM! Buaileadh arís ar an doras. Dhúsigh Dudley de gheit.

‘Cá bhfuil an gunna mór?’ a d’fhiafraigh sé so bómánta.

Chualathas an tuairt taobh thiar díobh agus b’iúd Uncail Vernon ag sciorradh isteach sa seomra. Bhí raidhfil ina láimh leis - anois a thuig siad cad a bhí sa bheartán fada caol a thug sé leis.

‘Cé atá ann?’ a scairt sé. ‘Fógra duit - tá mé armtha!’

Bhí sos beag ann. Ansin -

P-p-pléasc!

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