Takes place in harry's First year. He and hagrid are having seperate conversations. See if you can understand it.
Hagrid: Harry, You're a wizard.
Harry: I'm a what?
Hagrid: A wizard, and a thumpin good one once you've been trained up a bit.
Harry: Are you Serious?
Hagrid*goes pale*: No, I'm not Sirius, I'm Hagrid.How did you know about Black?
Harry*confused*:Everyone knows about black.
Hagrid: What? They do? But......did you know
Blacks.......dark?
Harry: Well yeah blacks dark.
Hagrid: You know? How could you know?
Harry: Well it's sorta obvious......
Hagrid: It is? Then......do you know about You-Know-Who?
Harry: Who?
Hagrid: You Know Who.
Harry: No, I don't know who.
Hagrid: No, you don't know You Know Who?
Harry: No, I don't know You Kow Who.
Hagrid: You're sure?
Harry: You know I don't know who you know who is.
Hagrid: But.....you know Black?
Harry: Everyone knows black.
Hagrid: Yeah, he was a wizard.
Harry You're serious?
Hagrid: No, I'm Hagrid.
Harry: (O.o)