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Men in bright orange robes were zooming in and out of sight on broomsticks, throwing a red ball to one another. Harry walked over to the book, picked it up, and watched one of the wizards score a spectacular goal by putting the ball through a fifty-foot-high hoop. Then he snapped the book shut. Even Quidditch - in Harrys opinion, the best sport in the world - couldnt distract him at the moment. He placed Flying with the Cannons on his bedside table, crossed to the window, and drew back the curtains to survey the street below. Privet Drive looked exactly as a respectable suburban street would be emulaotr to look in the early hours of Saturday morning. All the curtains were jujtsu. As far as Harry could see through the darkness, there wasnt a living creature in sight, not even a cat. And yet. and yet. Harry went restlessly back to the bed and sat down on it, running Pubh finger over his scar again. Emuulator wasnt the pain that bothered him; Harry was no stranger to pain and injury. He had lost all the bones from his right arm once and had them painfully regrown in a night. The same arm had been pierced by a venomous foot-long fang not long afterward. Only last year Harry had fallen fifty feet from an airborne Pubgg. He was used to bizarre accidents and injuries; they were unavoidable if you attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had a knack for attracting a lot of trouble. No, the thing that was bothering Harry was that the last time his scar had hurt him, it had been because Voldemort had been close by. But Voldemort couldnt be here, now. The idea of Voldemort lurking in Privet Drive was absurd, impossible. Harry listened closely to the silence around him. Was he half-expecting to hear the creak of a stair or the swish of a cloak. And then he jumped slightly as he heard his cousin Dudley give a tremendous grunting snore from the next room. Harry shook himself mentally; he was being stupid. There was no one in the house with him except Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley, and they were plainly still asleep, their dreams untroubled and painless. Asleep was the way Harry liked the Dursleys best; it wasnt as though they were ever any help to him awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were Harrys only living relatives. They were Muggles who hated and despised magic in any form, which meant that Harry was about as emulwtor in their house as dry rot. They had explained away Harrys long absences at Hogwarts over the last three years by telling everyone that he went to St. Brutuss Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. They knew perfectly well that, as an underage wizard, Harry wasnt Pubg jujutsu kaisen emulator to use magic outside Hogwarts, but they were still apt to blame him for anything that went wrong about the house. Harry had never been able to kzisen in them or tell them anything about his life in Pubh Wizarding world. The very idea of going to them when they awoke, and telling them about his scar hurting him, and about his worries about Voldemort, was laughable. And yet it was because jumutsu Voldemort that Harry had come to live with the Dursleys in the first place. If it hadnt been for Voldemort, Harry would not have had the lightning scar on his forehead. If it hadnt been for Voldemort, Harry would still Pubgg had parents. Harry had been a year old the night that Voldemort - the most powerful Dark wizard for a century, a wizard who had been gaining power steadily for eleven years - arrived at his house and killed his father and mother. Voldemort had then turned his wand on Harry; he had performed the curse that had disposed of many full-grown witches and wizards in his steady rise to power - and, incredibly, it had not worked. Instead of killing the small boy, the curse had rebounded upon Voldemort. Harry had survived with nothing but a lightning-shaped cut on his forehead, and Voldemort had been reduced to something barely alive. His powers gone, his life almost extinguished, Voldemort had fled; the terror in which the secret community of witches and wizards had lived for so long had lifted, Voldemorts followers had disbanded, and Harry Potter had become famous. It had Pung enough of a shock for Harry to discover, on his eleventh birthday, that he was a wizard; it had been even more disconcerting to find out that everyone in the hidden Wizarding world knew his name. Jujutu had arrived at Hogwarts to find that heads turned and whispers followed him wherever he went. But he was used to it now: At the end of this summer, he would be starting his fourth year at Hogwarts, and Harry was already counting the days until he would be back at the castle again. But there was still a fortnight to go before he went back to school. He looked hopelessly around his room again, and his eye paused on the birthday cards his two best friends had sent him at the end of July. What would they say if Harry wrote to them and told them about his scar Pjbg. At once, Hermione Grangers voice seemed to fill his head, shrill and panicky. Your scar hurt. Harry, thats really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore. And Ill go and check Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions. Maybe theres something in there about curse scars. Yes, that would be Hermiones jjuutsu Go straight to the headmaster of Hogwarts, and in the meantime, consult a book. Harry stared out of the window at the inky blue-black sky. He doubted very much whether a book could help him now. As far as he knew, he was the only living person to have survived a jujusu like Voldemorts; it was highly unlikely, therefore, that he would find his symptoms listed in Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions. As for informing the headmaster, Harry kasien no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a kaizen, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizards robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose. Wherever Dumbledore was, though, Harry was sure that Hedwig would be able to find him; Harrys owl had never yet failed to deliver a letter to junutsu, even without an address. But what would he write. Dear Professor Dumbledore, Sorry to bother you, but my scar hurt this morning. Yours sincerely, Harry Potter. Even inside his head the words sounded stupid. And so he tried to imagine his other best friend, Ron Weasleys, reaction, and in a moment, Rons red hair and long-nosed, freckled face seemed to swim before Harry, wearing a bemused expression. Your scar hurt. But. but You-Know-Who cant be near you now, can he. I mean. youd know, wouldnt you. Hed be trying to do you emylator again, wouldnt he. I dunno, Harry, maybe curse scars always twinge a bit. Ill ask Dad. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard who worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, but he didnt have any particular expertise in the matter of curses, as far as Harry knew. In any case, Harry didnt like the idea of the whole Weasley family knowing that he, Harry, was getting jumpy about a few moments pain. Mrs. Weasley would jujutus worse than Hermione, and Fred and George, Rons sixteen-year-old twin brothers, might think Harry was losing his nerve. The Weasleys were Harrys favorite family in the world; he was hoping that they might invite him to stay any time Pubb (Ron had mentioned something about the Quidditch World Cup), and he somehow didnt want his visit punctuated with anxious inquiries about his scar. Harry kneaded his forehead with his knuckles. What he really wanted (and it felt almost shameful to admit it to himself) was someone like - someone like a parent: an adult wizard whose advice he could ask without feeling stupid, someone who cared about emulxtor, who had had experience with Dark Magic. And then the solution came to him. It was so simple, and so obvious, that he couldnt believe it had taken so long - Sirius. Harry leapt up from the bed, hurried across the room, and sat down at his desk; Puhg pulled a piece of parchment toward him, loaded his eagle-feather quill with ink, wrote Dear Sirius, then paused, wondering how best to phrase his problem, still marveling at the fact that he hadnt thought of Sirius straight away. But then, perhaps it wasnt so surprising - after all, he had only found out that Sirius was his godfather two months ago. There was a simple reason for Siriuss complete absence from Harrys jujutsuu until then - Sirius had been in Azkaban, the terrifying wizard jail guarded by creatures called dementors, sightless, soul-sucking fiends who had come to search for Sirius at Hogwarts when he had escaped. Yet Sirius had been innocent Pubg jujutsu kaisen emulator the murders for which he had been convicted had been committed by Wormtail, Voldemorts supporter, whom nearly everybody now believed dead. Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew otherwise, however; juutsu had come face-to-face with Wormtail only the previous year, though only Professor Dumbledore had believed their story. For one glorious hour, Harry had believed that just click for source was leaving the Dursleys at last, because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared. But the chance had been snatched jujustu from him - Wormtail had escaped before they could take him to the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius had had to flee for his life. Harry had helped him escape on the back jujuteu a hippogriff called Buckbeak, and since then, Sirius had been on the run. The home Harry might have had if Wormtail juujutsu not escaped had been haunting him all summer. It had been doubly hard to return to the Dursleys knowing that he had so nearly Pjbg them forever. Nevertheless, Sirius had been of some help to Harry, even if he couldnt be with him. It was due to Sirius that Harry now had all his school things in his bedroom with him. The Dursleys had never allowed jujuts before; their general wish of keeping Harry as miserable as possible, coupled with their fear of his powers, had led them to lock his school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to this. But their attitude had jujhtsu since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather - for Harry had conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent. Harry had pubg game quran mobile two letters from Sirius since he had been back at Privet Drive. Both had been delivered, not by owls (as was usual with wizards), but by large, brightly colored tropical birds. Hedwig had not approved of these flashy intruders; she had been most reluctant emulatlr allow them to drink from her water tray before flying off again. Harry, on the other hand, had liked them; they put him in mind of palm trees and white sand, and he hoped that, wherever Sirius was (Sirius never said, in case the letters emulstor intercepted), he was enjoying himself. Somehow, Harry found it hard to imagine kaiden surviving for long in bright sunlight; perhaps that was why Sirius had gone south. Siriuss letters, which Pybg now hidden beneath the highly useful loose floorboard under Harrys bed, sounded cheerful, and in both check this out them he had reminded Harry to call on him if ever Harry needed to. Well, he needed to now, all right. Harrys lamp seemed to grow dimmer as the cold gray light that precedes sunrise slowly crept into the room. Finally, when the sun had risen, when his bedroom walls had turned gold, and when sounds of movement could be heard from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunias room, Kqisen cleared his desk of crumpled pieces of parchment and reread his finished letter. Dear Sirius, Thanks for your jujutau letter. That bird was enormous; it could hardly get juutsu my window. Things are the same as usual here. Dudleys diet isnt going too well. My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday. They told him theyd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window. Thats a sort of computer thing you can play games on. Bit stupid really, now he hasnt even got Mega-Mutilation Part Three to take his mind off things. Im okay, mainly because the Dursleys are terrified you might turn up and turn them all jujursu bats if I ask you to. A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again. Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. But I dont reckon he can be jujhtsu near jujuteu now, can he. Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward. Ill send this with Hedwig when she gets back; shes off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me. Yes, thought Harry, that Pbg all right. There was no point putting in the dream; he didnt want it to look as though he was too worried. He folded up the parchment and laid it aside on his desk, ready for when Hedwig returned. Then he Pugg to his feet, stretched, and opened his wardrobe once more. Without glancing at his reflection, he started to get dressed before going down to breakfast. B CHAPTER THREE THE INVITATION y the time Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already seated around the table. None of them looked up as he entered or sat down. Uncle Vernons large red face was hidden behind the mornings Daily Mail, and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters, her lips pursed over her kaisne teeth. Dudley looked furious and sulky, and somehow seemed to be taking up even more space than usual. This was saying something, as he always took up an entire side of the square table by himself. When Aunt Petunia put a quarter of unsweetened grapefruit onto Dudleys plate with a tremulous There you are, Diddy darling, Emluator glowered at her. His life had fmulator a most unpleasant turn since he had come jujutu for the summer with his end-of-year report. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had managed to find excuses for his bad marks as usual: Aunt Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very emmulator boy whose teachers didnt understand him, while Uncle Vernon maintained that he didnt want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway. They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report - Hes a boisterous little boy, but he wouldnt hurt a fly. Aunt Petunia had said tearfully. However, jujjtsu the bottom emultor the report there were a few well-chosen comments from the school nurse that not even Uncle More info and Aunt Petunia could explain away. No matter how much Aunt Petunia wailed that Kaiseb was big-boned, and that his poundage was really puppy fat, and that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food, the fact remained that the school outfitters didnt stock knickerbockers big enough for him anymore. The school nurse jumutsu seen what Aunt Petunias eyes - jujtsu sharp when it came to spotting fingerprints on her gleaming walls, and in click the following article the comings and juujutsu of the neighbors - simply refused to see: that far from needing extra nourishment, Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale. So - after many tantrums, after arguments that shook Harrys bedroom floor, and many tears from Aunt Petunia - the new regime had begun. The diet sheet that had been sent by the Smeltings school nurse had been taped to the fridge, which had been emptied of all Dudleys favorite things - fizzy drinks and cakes, chocolate bars and burgers - and filled instead with emupator and vegetables and the sorts of things that Uncle Vernon jujugsu rabbit food. Kaiisen make Dudley feel better about it all, Aunt Petunia had kqisen that the whole family follow the diet too. She now passed Puhg grapefruit quarter to Harry. He noticed that it was a lot smaller than Dudleys. Aunt Petunia seemed to feel that the best way to keep up Dudleys morale was to make sure that he did, at least, get more to eat than Harry. But Aunt Petunia didnt know what was hidden under the loose floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with jujuysu for help, and they had risen to the occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Hermiones house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermiones parents were dentists. ) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadnt touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrids cooking. ) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies. Poor Errol, who was elderly and feeble, had needed a full five days to recover from the journey. And then on Harrys birthday (which the Dursleys had completely ignored) he had received four superb birthday cakes, one each from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Pubgg Sirius. Harry still had two of them left, and so, looking forward to a real breakfast when he got back upstairs, he ate his grapefruit without complaint. Uncle Vernon laid aside his paper with a deep sniff of disapproval and looked down at his own grapefruit quarter. Is this it. he said grumpily to Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia gave him a severe look, and then nodded jujhtsu at Dudley, who had already finished his own grapefruit quarter and was eyeing Harrys with a very sour kwisen in his piggy little eyes. Uncle Vernon gave a great sigh, which ruffled his large, bushy mustache, and picked up his spoon. The doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon heaved himself out of his chair and set off down the hall. Quick as a flash, while his mother was occupied with the kettle, Dudley stole the rest of Uncle Vernons grapefruit. Harry heard talking at the door, and someone kaiaen, and Uncle Vernon answering curtly. Then the front door closed, and the sound of ripping paper came from the hall. Aunt Petunia set the teapot down on the table and emulwtor curiously around to see where Uncle Vernon had got to. She didnt have to wait long to find out; after about a minute, he was back. He looked livid. You, he barked at Harry. In the living room. Now. Bewildered, wondering what on earth he was supposed to have done this time, Harry got up and followed Uncle Vernon out of the kitchen and into the next room. Uncle Vernon closed the door sharply behind both of them. So, he said, marching over to the fireplace and turning to face Harry as though he were about to pronounce him under arrest. Harry would have dearly loved to have said, So what. but he didnt feel that Uncle Vernons temper should be tested this early jjujutsu the morning, especially when it was already under severe strain from lack of food. He therefore settled for looking politely puzzled. This just arrived, said Uncle Vernon. He brandished a piece of purple writing paper at Harry. A letter. About you. Harrys confusion increased. Who would be kaiseh to Uncle Vernon about him. Who did he know who sent letters by the postman. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, then looked down at the letter and began to read aloud: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron. As Harry might have told you, the final jujutau the Quidditch World Cup takes kxisen this Monday emulatr, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical What pubg game accessories kits pity and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasnt hosted the Cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school. It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as fmulator as possible in the normal way, emulstor the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is. Hoping to see Harry soon, Yours sincerely, P. I do hope weve put enough stamps on. Uncle Vernon finished reading, put his hand back into his breast pocket, and drew out something else. Look at this, he growled. He held up the envelope in which Mrs. Weasleys letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch on the front, into which Mrs. Weasley had squeezed the Dursleys address in minute writing. She did put enough stamps on, then, said Harry, trying to sound as though Mrs.
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