“I never expected this,” he said, in a low, worried voice. “I had noidea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin’ hold ofyeh, how much yeh didn’t know. Ah, Harry, I don’ know if I’m the rightperson ter tell yeh — but someone 3 s gotta — yeh can’t go off terHogwarts not knowin’.”
He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.
“Well, it’s best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh — mind, I can’ttell yeh everythin’, it’s a great myst’ry, parts of it….”
He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, “Itbegins, I suppose, with — with a person called — but it’s incredibleyeh don’t know his name, everyone in our world knows –“
“Who? “
“Well — I don’ like sayin’ the name if I can help it. No one does.”
“Why not?”
“Gulpin’ gargoyles, Harry, people are still scared. Blimey, this isdifficult. See, there was this wizard who went… bad. As bad as youcould go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was…”
Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
“Could you write it down?” Harry suggested.
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