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"First typed manuscript of Philosopher's Stone – did it on a manual typewriter and consequently had to re-type the entire chapter every time I changed a paragraph. Then I had to re-type the whole thing anyway, because it wasn't double spaced."

[the first section is crossed out] CHAPTER TEN Hallowe'en    Malfoy could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts next day, looking tired but very cheerful. "I should be thanking him, really," Harry said to Ron, "I mean, I wouldn't be on the Quidditch team if it wasn't for him." Professor McGonagall soon proved as good as her word and Harry became the proud owner of a brand new Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick. He was determined to do well at Quidditch. He was starting to feel he wanted to earn a name for himself, instead of being famous just for his scar. Three times a week, Harry spent evenings out on the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the team, learning the game in the fading light. Wood was delighted with Harry's progress. After a couple of weeks he'd stopped calling him the "new Charlie Weasley" and started telling people "I've got a Seeker even better than Charlie Weasley." Perhaps because he was now so busy, Harry could hardly believe it when he realised he'd been at Hogwarts nearly two months. The castle already felt more like home than Privet Drive had ever done. Harry had another reason to thank Malfoy, too. Now that they'd got over the shock of it, he and Ron thought that meeting the three-headed dog had been a very good adventure. They even agreed they'd quite like another one like it. Their fellow adventurers didn't seem to see things quite the same way, though. Neville had woken them up several times with nightmares about the dog and Hermione Granger hadn't spoken to Ron and Harry since that night – but she was so bossy, and such a know-it-all, they were quite pleased about that. In fact, it was hard to tell whether Ron or Hermione was angrier when Professor Flitwick made them partners one day in Charms. What made it worse was that today, after doing all the boring theory, they were going to be making things fly, which everyone had been very excited about. [end of crossout] "Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too – never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said "s instead of "f" and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest –"    It was very difficult.  Harry, who was partners with Seamus [> and Seamus] swished and flicked and their feather [> but the feather they were supposed to be bewitching] just lay on the table. Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set fire to it – Harry had to put it out with his hat.     Ron, at the next desk, wasn't having any more luck.     "Wingardium leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.     "You're saying it wrong," Harry heard Hermione snap, "It's wingardium leviosa – make the gar' nice and long –"     "You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.     Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand and said "Wingardium leviosa!" Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads. "Oh well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!" Ron was in a very bad temper by the end of the class. "It's no wonder no-one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "She's a nightmare, honestly –" Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face — [> and was startled to see that] she was in tears.