Harry could hardly tell what was real anymore. He, Harry Potter, was a wizard? How could this be, and how had it taken him 11 years to realize it? He had so many questions and Hagrid didn't seem to want to answer any of them. As they were passing shop windows in the magical street called Diagon Alley, Harry stopped to look at the window of a store called Quality Quidditch Supplies. There in the window was a wishbone shaped object that looked like a broom at the end, but couldn't have been one because the top split in half. Harry asked Hagrid how someone could possibly sweep with this. "Ahhh that there ain't meant for no sweeping. That is the Rider 2,000. You fly on it." Hagrid said. Harry thought this was amazing, but was still confused as to the shape. How could one sit comfortably on the likes of that? He posed this question for Hagrid. "Well ya see Harry, that is a broom for two. It's called the Rider because you ride the broom, then you ride the rider. I had some good memories on the ol' Rider 500." Hagrid finished with a day dreamy look in his eyes. Harry did not know what to do, but he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Can't you just go for a ride with a friend or something?" Harry asked confused. "Oh no they'll only sell you a Rider if you can earn it. You see we don't use money here in the Wizarding World. Everything is sexualized including our brooms. We could get one if ya want." Hagrid said with a wink. Harry did not need to hear anything else. He quickly decided that he was better off with the Dursley's and found his way home.