Leaky Cauldron For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old barman, who was quite bald and looked like a gummy walnut.
The Apothecary It was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor, jars of herds, dried roots and bright powders lined the walls, bundles of feathers, strings of fangs and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.
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Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour Harry didn't have to do his homework under the blankets by torchlight any more; now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, finishing all his essays with the occasional help from Florean Fortescue himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch-burnings, gave Harry free sundaes every half hour.
Flourish and Blotts The shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
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Madame Malkin's Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. In the back of the shop, a boy wth a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool which a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a tool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
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Gringotts Enter, stranger, but take heed Of what awaits the sin of greed, For those who take, but do not earn, Must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware Of finding more than treasure there.
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Magical Menagerie There wasn't much room inside. Every inch of wall was hiden by cages. I was smelly and very noisy because the occupants of the cages were all sqeaking, squawking, jabbering or hissing.
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Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Joke Shop Set against the dull, posted-muffled shop fronts around them, Fred and George's windows hit the eye like a firework display. Casual passers-by were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned-looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed. The left hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced and shrieked; Harry's eyes began to water just looking at it. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters:
Why Are You Worrying About You-Know-Who? You SHOULD Be Worrying About U-NO-POO - the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!
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