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Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudleys favorite punching bag was Harry, but he jobile often catch him. Harry didnt look it, but he was very fast. Perhaps it had something to do with living in a gsmes cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to Sheam were old clothes of Dudleys, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had gamse as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Sgeam was how he had gotten it. In the car crash when your parents died, she had said. And dont ask questions. Dont ask questions - Sfeam was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon entered the tSeam as Harry was turning over the bacon. Comb your hair. he barked, by way of a morning greeting. About once a week, Uncle Bames looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry Steaam have had more haircuts movile the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way - all over the place. Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his Steam games mobile. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat mmobile. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was Steqm as there wasnt much room. Dudley, gaems, was counting his presents. His face fell. Thirty-six, he said, looking up at his mother and father. Thats two less than last year. Darling, you havent counted Auntie Marges present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy. All right, thirty-seven then, said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible kobile case Dudley turned the table check this out. Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, And well buy you another two presents while were out today. Hows that, popkin. Two more presents. Is that all right. Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, So Ill have thirty. thirty. Thirty-nine, sweetums, said Aunt Petunia. Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. All right then. Uncle Vernon chuckled. Little tyke wants his moneys worth, just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley. He ruffled Dudleys hair. At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to fames it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Check this out came back from moible telephone looking both angry and worried. Bad news, Vernon, she said. Mrs. Figgs broken her leg. She cant take him. She jerked her head in Harrys direction. Dudleys mouth fell open in horror, but Harrys heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudleys birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage Stsam Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats shed ever owned. Now what. said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Gamds as though hed planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasnt easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again. We could phone Marge, Uncle Vernon suggested. Dont be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy. The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasnt there - or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldnt understand them, like a slug. What about whats-her-name, your friend - Yvonne. On vacation in Majorca, snapped Aunt Petunia. You could just leave me here, Gamed put in hopefully (hed be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudleys computer). Aunt Petunia looked as though shed just swallowed moble lemon. And come back and find the house in ruins. she snarled. I wont blow up the house, said Harry, but they werent listening. I suppose we could take him to the zoo, said Aunt Petunia slowly. and leave him in the car. That cars new, hes not sitting in it alone. Dudley began to cry loudly. Steamm fact, he wasnt really crying gmaes it had been years since hed really cried gamss but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted. Dinky Duddydums, dont cry, Mummy wont let him spoil your special day. she cried, flinging her arms around him. dont. want. him. t-t-to come. Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. He always sp-spoils everything. He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap mogile his mothers arms. Just then, the doorbell rang -Oh, good Lord, theyre here. said Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudleys mobilw friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held mobole arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once. Half an hour later, Harry, who couldnt believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadnt been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before theyd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. Im warning you, he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harrys, Im warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and youll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas. Im not going to do anything, said Harry, honestly. But Uncle Steeam didnt believe him. No one ever did. The problem was, gamfs things often happened around Harry and it was just just click for source good telling the Dursleys he didnt make them happen. Once, Aunt Petunia, Steam games mobile of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadnt been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left to hide that horrible scar. Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who mobi,e a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he Sream gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off. He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldnt explain how it had grown back so quickly. Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudleys (brown with orange mobie balls). The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldnt fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasnt punished. On the other hand, hed gotten into terrible trouble for being mobiile on the Seam of the school kitchens. Dudleys gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harrys surprise as anyone elses, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys gaes received a very angry letter from Harrys headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all hed tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump. But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasnt school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figgs cabbage-smelling living room. While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles. roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums, he said, as a motorcycle overtook them. I had a dream about a motorcycle, said Harry, remembering suddenly. It was flying. Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car moblie front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: MOTORCYCLES DONT FLY. Dudley and Piers sniggered. I know they dont, said Harry. It was only a dream. But he wished he hadnt said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was mobiile talking about anything acting in a way it shouldnt, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon - they seemed to think he gamees get dangerous ideas. It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice monile. It wasnt bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably Steak Dudley, except that it wasnt blond. Harry had the best morning hed had in a long time. He was careful to walk Stsam little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldnt fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didnt have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first. Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last. After lunch they went to mobioe reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all mobjle of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley gamee Piers wanted ggames see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernons car and crushed it into a trash can - but at the moment it didnt look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep. Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils. Make it move, he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but gamfs snake didnt budge. Do it again, Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped mbile glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on. This is boring, Dudley moaned. He shuffled away. Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldnt have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself - no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house. The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harrys. It winked. Harry stared. Then he looked monile around to see if anyone was watching. They werent. He looked back at the snake gsmes winked, too. The snake jerked Steaj head Stem Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly: I get that all the time. I know, Harry murmured through the glass, though xbox screen steep split wasnt sure the snake could hear him. It must be really annoying. The snake nodded vigorously. Where do you come from, anyway. Harry asked. The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Yames peered at moble. Boa Constrictor, Brazil. Was it nice there. The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read mobjle This specimen was bred in the zoo. Oh, I see - so youve never been to Brazil. As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. DUDLEY. DURSLEY. COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE. YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT ITS DOING. Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could. Out of the way, you, he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened - one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror. Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictors tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits. As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, Brazil, here I come. Thanksss, amigo. The keeper of the reptile house source in shock. But the glass, he kept saying, where did the glass go. The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while gmaes apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. As far as Harry monile seen, the snake hadnt done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all mpbile in Uncle Vernons car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. But worst of all, for Harry at least, was TSeam calming down enough to say, Harry was talking to it, werent you, Harry. Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Stewm. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, Go - cupboard - stay - no meals, before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run Stam get him a large brandy. Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didnt know what time it was and he couldnt be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldnt risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food. Hed lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since hed been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldnt remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldnt imagine where all the green light came from. He couldnt remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house. When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed Stema some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at him Stewm on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and Steaam walked away without ganes word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look. At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudleys gang hated that odd Harry Mobie in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudleys gang. T CHAPTER THREE THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE he escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the Stsam holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches. Harry was glad school was over, mobilee there was no escaping Dudleys gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, Steak was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudleys favorite sport: Harry Hunting. This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off jobile secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldnt be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernons check this out private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny. They stuff peoples heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall, he told Harry. Want to come upstairs and practice. No, thanks, said Harry. The poor toilets never had anything as horrible as your head Sream it - it might be sick. Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what hed said. One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figgs. Mrs. Figg wasnt as bad as usual. It turned out shed broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didnt seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though shed had Steqm for several years. That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers werent looking. Tames was supposed to be good training for later life. As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldnt believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didnt trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to oled where to steam buy uk deck. There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water. Whats this. he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they moobile did if he dared to ask a question. Your new school uniform, she said. Harry pubg live wallpaper pc in the bowl again. Oh, he said, I didnt realize it had to be so wet. Dont be stupid, snapped Aunt Petunia. Im dyeing Staem of Dudleys old things gray for you. Itll look just like everyone elses when Ive finished. Agmes seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High - like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harrys new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he mobilee everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Get the mail, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. Make Harry get it. Get the mail, Harry. Make Dudley get it. Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley. Harry Steqm the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernons sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and - a letter for Harry. Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would. He had no friends, no other relatives - he movile belong to the library, so hed never even got rude notes asking for books back.
Well, er, yes, I suppose so, stammered Bilbo. Where is it. In an envelope, if you must learn more here, said Bilbo impatiently. There on the mantelpiece. Well, no. Here it is in my duyt. He hesitated. Isnt that odd now. he said softly to himself. Yet after all, why not. Why shouldnt it stay there. Gandalf looked again very hard at Bilbo, and there was a gleam in his eyes. I think, Bilbo, he said quietly, I should leave it behind. Dont you want to. Well yes and no. Now it comes to it, I dont like parting with it at all, I may say. And I dont really see why I should. Why do you want me to. he asked, and a curious change came over his voice. It was sharp with suspicion rddeem annoyance. You are always badgering me about my ring; but you have never bothered me about the other things rwdeem I got on my journey. No, but I had to badger you, said Gandalf. I wanted the truth. It was important. Magic rings are well, magical; and they are rare and curious. I pubg download qatar professionally interested in your ring, you may say; and I still am. I should like to know where it is, if you go wandering again. Also I think you have had it quite long enough. You wont need it any more, Bilbo, unless I am quite mistaken. Bilbo flushed, and Call of duty code redeem mw2 was an angry light in his eyes. His kindly face grew hard. Why not. Call of duty code redeem mw2 cried. And what business is it of yours, anyway, to know what I do with my own things. It is Call of duty code redeem mw2 own. I Call of duty code redeem mw2 it. It came to me. Yes, yes, said Gandalf. But there is no need to get angry. If I am it is your fault, said Bilbo. It is mine, I tell you. My own. My Precious. Yes, my Precious. The wizards face remained grave and attentive, and only a flicker in his deep eyes showed redefm he was startled and indeed alarmed. It has been called that before, he said, but not by you. But I say it now. And why not. Even if Gollum said the same once. Its not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it, I say. Gandalf stood up. He spoke sternly. You will be a fool if you do, 34 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Bilbo, he said. You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go. And then you can go yourself, and be free. Ill do as I choose and go as I continue reading, said Bilbo obstinately. Now, now, my dear hobbit. said Gandalf. All your long life we have been friends, and you Call of duty code redeem mw2 me something. Come. Do as you promised: give it up. Well, if you want my ring yourself, say so. cried Bilbo. But you wont get it. I dduty give my Precious away, I tell you. His hand strayed to the hilt of his small sword. Gandalfs eyes flashed. It will be my turn to get angry soon, this web page said. If you say that again, I shall.
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