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harry potter and the sorcerers stone

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the boy who lived

mr. and mrs. dursley, of number four, privet drive, were proud

to say that they were perfeal, thank you very much. they

were the last people youd expect to be ihing strange

or mysterious, because they just didnt hold with suse.

mr. dursley was the dire called grunnings, which

made drills. he was a big, beefy man with hardly ahough

he did have a very large mustache. mrs. dursley was thin and blonde

awice the usual amount of neck, whi very

useful as she spent so mue g arden fences,

spying on the neighbors. the dursleys had a small son called dudley

and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

the dursleys had everythied, but they also had a

sed their greatest fear was that somebody would discover

it. they didnt think they could bear it if anyone found out about

the potters. mrs. potter was mrs. dursleys sister, but they hadnt

met for several years; in fact, mrs. dursley pretended she didnt

have a sister, because her sister and her g husband

were as undursleyish as it ossible to be. the dursleys shuddered

to think what the neighbors would say if the potters arrived in the

street. the dursleys khe potters had a small son, too,

but they had never evehis boy was anood reason

f the potters away; they didnt want dudley mixing with

a child like that.

when mr. and mrs. dursley woke up on the dull, gray tuesday

our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to

suggest that straerious things would soon be happening

all over the r. dursley hummed as he piost

b tie for work, and mrs. dursley gossiped aily as she

wrestled a sg dudley into his high chair.

hem noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.

at half past eight, mr. dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked

mrs. dursley oried to kiss dudley good-bye but

missed, because dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his

cereal at the walls. ”little tyke,” r. dursley as he left

the house. he got into his d baber fours drive.

it was on the er of the street that he he first

sighing peculiar —— a g a map. for a sed,

mr. dursley didnt realize what he had seen —— then he jerked his

head around to look agaiabby ding on the

er of privet drive, but there wasnt a map in sight. what

could he have been thinking of? it must have been a trick of

the light. mr. dursley bliared at the cat. it stared

back. as mr. dursley drove around the d up the road, he

watched the his mirror. it was he sign that

said privet drive —— no, looking at the sign; cats t read

maps ns. mr. dursley gave himself a little shake and put the

ioward tow of nothing

except a large order of drills he i day.

but oown, drills were driven out of his mind

by something else. as he sat in the usual m traffic jam, he

t help notig that there seemed to be a lely

dressed people about. people in r. dursley t bear

people who dressed in fuhe getups you saw on young

people! he supposed this was some stupid new fashion. he drummed his

fihe steering wheel and his eyes fell ohese

weirdos standing quite close by. they were whisperiedly

together. mr. dursley was eo see that a

werent young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was,

and wearing an emerald-green cloak! the nerve of him! but then it

struck mr. dursley that this robably some silly stunt —— these

people were obviously g for somethi would

be it. the traffi aes later, mr. dursley

arrived in the grunnings parking lot, his mind ba drills.

mr. dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office

oh floor. if he hadnt, he might have found it harder to

trate on drills that m. he didhe owls swoop ing

past in broad dayli