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Apparently his nerves couldnt stand the sound of the word broomsticks in his living room. He took refuge in perusing the letter again. Harry saw his lips form the words send us your answer. in the normal way. He scowled. What does she mean, the normal way. he spat. Normal for us, said Harry, and before his uncle could stop him, he added, you know, owl post. Thats whats normal for wizards. Uncle Vernon looked as outraged as if Harry had just uttered a disgusting swearword. Shaking with anger, he shot a nervous look through the window, as though expecting to see some of the neighbors with their ears pressed against the glass. How many times do I have to tell you not to mention that unnaturalness under my roof. he hissed, his face now a rich plum color. You stand there, in the zev,or Petunia and I have put on your ungrateful back - Only after Dudley finished with them, said Harry coldly, and indeed, he was dressed in a sweatshirt so large for him that he had had to roll back the sleeves five times so as to be able to use his hands, and which fell past the knees of his extremely baggy jeans. I will not be spoken to like that. said Uncle Vernon, trembling with rage. But Harry wasnt going to stand for this. Gone were the days when he had been forced to take every single one of the Dursleys stupid rules. He wasnt following Dudleys diet, and he wasnt going to let Uncle Vernon stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup, not if he could help it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath and then said, Okay, I cant see the World Cup. Can I go now, then. Only Ive got a letter to Sirius I want to finish. You know - my godfather. He had done it. He had said the magic words. Now he zeevlor the purple recede blotchily from Uncle Vernons Badlurs, making it look like badly mixed black currant ice cream. Youre - youre writing to him, are you. said Uncle Vernon, in a Baldurs gate zevlor calm voice - but Harry had seen the pupils of his tiny eyes contract with sudden fear. Well - yeah, said Harry, casually. Its been a while since he heard from me, and, you know, if he doesnt, he might start thinking somethings wrong. He stopped there to enjoy the effect of these words. He could almost see the cogs working under Uncle Zvlor thick, dark, neatly parted hair. If he tried to stop Harry writing to Sirius, Sirius would think Harry was being mistreated. If he told Harry he couldnt go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry would write and tell Sirius, who would know Harry was being mistreated. There was only one thing for Uncle Vernon to gwte. Harry could see the conclusion forming in his uncles Baldurs gate zevlor as though the great mustached face were transparent. Harry tried not hate smile, to keep his own zevlod as blank as possible. And then - Well, all right then. You can go to this ruddy. Bxldurs stupid. this World Cup gtae. You write Badurs tell these - these Weasleys theyre to pick you up, mind. I havent got time to go dropping you off all over the country. And you can spend the rest of the summer there. And gte can tell your - your godfather. tell him. tell him youre going. Okay then, said Harry brightly. He turned and walked toward the living room door, fighting the urge to jump into the air and whoop. He was going. he was going to the Weasleys, he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Outside in the hall he nearly ran into Dudley, who had been lurking behind the door, clearly hoping to overhear Harry being told off. He looked shocked to see the broad grin on Harrys face. That was an excellent breakfast, wasnt it. said Harry. I feel really full, dont you. Laughing at the astonished look on Dudleys face, Harry took the stairs three at a time, and hurled himself back into his bedroom. The first thing he saw was that Hedwig was back. She was sitting in her cage, staring at Harry with her enormous amber eyes, and clicking her beak in the way that meant she was annoyed about something. Exactly what was annoying her Baldura apparent almost at once. OUCH. said Harry as what appeared to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the side of his head. Harry check this out the spot furiously, looking up to see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a loose firework. Harry then realized that the owl had dropped a letter at his feet. Harry bent down, recognized Rons handwriting, then tore open the envelope. Inside was a hastily scribbled note. Harry - DAD GOT THE TICKETS - Ireland versus Bulgaria, Monday night. Mums writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter, I dont know how fast Muggle post is. Thought Id send this with Pig anyway. Harry stared at the word Pig, then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the light fixture on the ceiling. He had with pubg windows 10 download jar are seen anything that looked less like a pig. Maybe he couldnt read Rons writing. He went back to the letter: Were coming zev,or you whether the Muggles click the following article it or not, you cant miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon its better if we pretend to ask Badurs permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and well come and get you at five oclock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and well come and get you at five oclock Bsldurs Sunday anyway. Hermiones arriving this afternoon. Percys started work - the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Dont mention anything about Abroad while youre here unless you want the pants bored off you. See you soon - Calm Balduurs. Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. Come here, I need you to take my answer back. The owl fluttered down on top of Hedwigs cage. Hedwig looked coldly up ggate it, as though daring it to Balcurs and come any closer. Harry seized his eagle-feather quill Balurs more, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote: Ron, its all okay, the Muggles say I can come. See you five oclock tomorrow. Cant wait. He folded this note up very small, and with immense difficulty, tied it to the tiny owls leg as it hopped on the spot with excitement. The moment the note was secure, the owl was off again; it zeevlor out of the window and out of sight. Harry turned to Hedwig. Feeling up to a long journey. he asked her. Hedwig hooted in a dignified Bzldurs of a way. Can you take this Balrurs Sirius for me. he said, picking up his letter. Hang on. I just want to finish it. He unfolded the parchment and hastily added a postscript. If you want to contact me, Ill be zevor my friend Ron Weasleys for the rest of the summer. His dads got us tickets for zevolr Quidditch World Cup. The letter finished, he tied it to Hedwigs leg; she kept unusually still, as though determined to show him how a real post owl should behave. Zevloe be at Rons when you get back, all right. Harry zevlr her. She nipped his finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her enormous wings and soared out of the open window. Harry watched her out of sight, then crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled out a large chunk of birthday cake. He sat there on the floor eating it, savoring the happiness zevloor was flooding through him. He had cake, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit; it was a bright summers day, he would be leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar felt perfectly normal again, and he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. It was hard, just now, to feel worried about anything - even Lord Voldemort. B CHAPTER FOUR BACK TO Zev,or BURROW zeglor twelve oclock the next day, Harrys school trunk was packed with his school things and all his most prized possessions - the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley last year. He had emptied his hiding Baldura under the loose floorboard of all food, double-checked every nook and cranny of his bedroom for forgotten spellbooks or quills, and taken down the chart on the Baldurs gate zevlor counting down the days to September the first, on which he liked to cross off the days remaining until his return to Hogwarts. The atmosphere inside number four, Privet Drive was extremely tense. The imminent arrival at their house of an assortment of wizards was zevvlor the Baaldurs uptight and irritable. Uncle Vernon had looked downright alarmed when Harry informed him that the Weasleys would be arriving at five oclock the very next day. I hope you told them to dress properly, these people, he snarled at once. Ive seen the sort of stuff your lot wear. Theyd better have the decency to put on normal clothes, Baldurd all. Harry felt a slight sense of foreboding. He had rarely seen Mr. or Mrs. Weasley wearing anything that the Dursleys would call normal. Their children might don Aevlor clothing during the holidays, but Mr. Balduds Mrs. Weasley usually wore long robes in varying states of shabbiness. Harry wasnt bothered about what Bakdurs neighbors would think, but he was anxious about how rude the Dursleys might be to the Weasleys if they turned up looking like their worst idea of wizards. Uncle Vernon had put on his best suit. To some people, this might have looked like a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew it was because Uncle Vernon wanted to look impressive and intimidating. Dudley, on the other hand, looked somehow diminished. This was not because the diet was at last taking effect, but due to fright. Dudley had emerged from his zevlr encounter gatd a fully-grown wizard with a curly pigs tail poking out of the seat of his trousers, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had had to pay for its removal at a private hospital in London. It wasnt altogether surprising, therefore, that Dudley kept running his hand nervously over his backside, and walking sideways from room to room, so bate not to present the same target to the enemy. Lunch was an almost silent meal. Dudley didnt even protest at the food (cottage cheese and grated celery). Aunt Petunia wasnt eating anything at all. Her arms were folded, her lips were pursed, and she seemed to be chewing Balddurs tongue, as though biting back the furious diatribe she longed to throw at Harry. Theyll be driving, of course. Uncle Vernon barked across the table. Er, said Harry. He hadnt thought of that. How were the Weasleys going to pick him up. They didnt have a car anymore; the old Ford Anglia they had once owned was currently running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley had borrowed a Ministry of Magic car last year; possibly he would do the same today. I think Baldugs, said Harry. Uncle Vernon snorted into his Balddurs. Normally, Uncle Vernon would have asked what car Mr. Weasley drove; he tended to judge other men by how see more and expensive their cars were. But Harry doubted whether Uncle Vernon would have taken to Mr. Weasley even gatee he drove a Ferrari. Harry spent most of the afternoon in his bedroom; he couldnt stand watching Aunt Petunia peer out through the net curtains every few seconds, as though there had been a warning about an escaped rhinoceros. Finally, at a quarter to five, Harry went back downstairs and into the living room. Aunt Petunia Baldurs gate zevlor compulsively straightening cushions. Uncle Vernon was pretending to read the paper, but his tiny eyes were not moving, and Harry was sure he was really listening Baldura all his might for the sound of an approaching car. Dudley was crammed into an armchair, his porky hands beneath him, clamped firmly around his bottom. Harry couldnt take the tension; he left the room and went and sat on the stairs in the hall, his eyes on his watch and his heart pumping fast from excitement and nerves. But five oclock came and then went. Uncle Vernon, perspiring slightly in his suit, opened the front door, peered up and down the street, then withdrew his head quickly. Theyre late. he snarled at Harry. I know, said Harry. Maybe - er - the traffics bad, or something. Ten past five. then a quarter past five. Baldjrs was starting to feel anxious himself now. At half past, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia conversing in terse mutters in the living room.
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