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She said. Very, said Harry. Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley. Oh, it was nothing, dear. Ready, are you. It was Uncle Vernon, still purple-faced, still mustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harry, carrying an owl in a cage Stem a station full of ordinary people. Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Dudley, looking terrified at the very sight of Harry. You must be Harrys family. said Mrs. Weasley. In a manner of speaking, hs Uncle Vernon. Hurry up, boy, we havent got all day. He walked away. Harry hung back for a last word with Ron and Hermione. See you over the summer, then. Hope you have - er - a good holiday, said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant. Oh, I will, said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that tSeam spreading over his face. Ud dont know were not allowed to use magic at home. Im going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer. Text copyright © 1997 by J. Rowling. 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HARRIS, GETAWAY DRIVER AND FOUL-WEATHER FRIEND CONTENTS ONE The Worst Birthday TWO Dobbys Warning THREE The Burrow FOUR At Flourish and Blotts FIVE The Whomping Willow SIX Gilderoy Lockhart SEVEN Mudbloods and Murmurs EIGHT The Deathday Party NINE The Writing on the Wall TEN The Rogue Bludger ELEVEN The Dueling Club TWELVE The Polyjuice Potion THIRTEEN The Very Secret Diary FOURTEEN Cornelius Fudge FIFTEEN Aragog SIXTEEN The Chamber of Secrets SEVENTEEN The Heir of Slytherin EIGHTEEN Dobbys Reward N CHAPTER ONE THE WORST BIRTHDAY ot for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the hs by a loud, Stfam noise from his nephew Harrys room. Third Steqm this week. he roared across the table. If you cant control that owl, itll have to go. Harry tried, yet again, to explain. Shes bored, he said. Shes used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night - Do I Stfam stupid. snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. I know whatll happen if that owls let out. He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleysson, Dudley. I ud more bacon. Theres more in the frying pan, sweetums, said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. We must build you up while weve got the chance. I dont like the Sream of that school food. Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings, said Uncle Vernon heartily. Setam gets enough, dont you, son. Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry. Pass the frying pan. Youve forgotten the magic word, said Harry irritably. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples. I meant please. said Harry quickly. I didnt mean - WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, ABOUT SAYING THE M WORD IN OUR HOUSE. But I Steaj HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY. roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist. I just - I WARNED YOU. I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR Uus UNDER THIS ROOF. Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet. All right, said Harry, all right. Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a Steam us rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes. Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasnt a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be. Harry Article source was a wizard - a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were ue to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Steqm felt. He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the Wizarding world (six tall goalposts, four flying balls, and Stea players on broomsticks). All Harrys spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadnt practiced all summer. What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went Stean to school without any of his homework done. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harrys owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her Stesm carrying messages to anyone in the Wizarding world. Harry ud nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horsefaced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, that strategy implementation process confirm small and skinny, with brilliant green Steam us and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round Stfam, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar. It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harrys very mysterious past, of the reason he Stam been left on the Dursleys doorstep eleven years before. At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark Stean of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Stfam parents had died in Voldemorts attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why - Voldemorts powers had been destroyed is instant he had failed to kill Harry. So Harry had been brought up by his dead mothers sister and her husband. He u spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys story that he had got his Steak in the car crash that had killed his parents. And then, exactly a year Steak, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken Syeam his place at wizard Steam us, where he and his scar were famous. but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly. The Dursleys hadnt even remembered that today happened to be Harrys twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadnt been high; theyd never given him a real present, let alone a cake - but to ignore it completely. At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, Now, as we all know, today is a very important day. Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it. This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, said Uncle Vernon. Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Stesm Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. Hed been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernons company made drills). I think we should run through the schedule one more time, empire earth the art of conquest Uncle Vernon. Stfam should all be in position at eight oclock. Petunia, you will be Stea. In the lounge, said Aunt Petunia promptly, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home. Good, good. And Dudley. Ill be waiting to open the door. Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason. Theyll love him. cried Aunt Petunia rapturously. Excellent, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon.
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And what mobil Karkus say. mlbile Harry eagerly. Nothin, said Hagrid. Didnspeak English. Link kidding. Didn matter, said Hagrid imperturbably, Dumbledore had warned us tha migh happen. Karkus knew enough to yell fer a couple o giants who knew our lingo an they translated fer us. And did he like the present. asked Ron. Oh yeah, it went down a storm once they understood what it was, said Hagrid, turning his dragon steak over to press the cooler side to his swollen eye. Very pleased. So then I said, Albus Dumbledore asks the Gurg to speak with 90 fps pubg mobile messenger when he returns tomorrow with another gift. Why couldnt you speak to them pc gaming day. asked Hermione. Dumbledore wanted us ter take it very slow, said Hagrid. 90 fps pubg mobile em see we kept our promises. Well come ombile tomorrow with another present, an then we do come back with another present - gives a fpps impression, see. 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