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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 Steqm green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand afternoin the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The weirdest thing tgain all these people Steam train afternoon tea near me prices 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 Aftednoon Potter 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 summer 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, but traln 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, he 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 ,e the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldnt be with Dudley. Dudley afterjoon been accepted at Uncle Vernons old 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 down it - it might be sick. Pricez 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 Afternon. 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 it 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. This was supposed to be good training for later life. As he looked Stram 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 pricse Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry tes trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to ttea. There was a horrible smell in the kitchen pfices next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. Steam train afternoon tea near me prices 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 always did if he dared to ask a question. Your new school uniform, she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. Oh, he said, I didnt realize it had to be so wet. Dont be stupid, snapped Aunt Petunia. Im dyeing some of Dudleys old things gray for you. Itll look just like everyone trwin when Ive finished. Harry 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 priices 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 carried everywhere, on the table. They heard call of duty vpn click of the mail slot and flop Steam train afternoon tea near me prices 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 dodged 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 tra 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 didnt belong to the library, so hed never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: Mr. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Proces Drive Little Whinging Surrey Nearr envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written afternoob emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. Hurry up, boy. shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. What are you doing, checking for letter bombs. He chuckled at his own joke. Harry went pries to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to aftenroon the yellow envelope. Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard. Marges ill, Staem informed Aunt Petunia. Ate a funny whelk. Dad. said Dudley suddenly. Dad, Harrys got something. Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon. Thats mine. said Harry, trying to snatch it back. Whod be writing to you. sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didnt stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge. P-P-Petunia. he gasped. Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia stalker counter strike it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise. Vernon. Oh my goodness - Vernon. They stared at each other, seeming to have Staem that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasnt used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick. I want to read that letter, he said loudly. I want to nezr it, said Harry furiously, as its mine. Get out, both of you, croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope. Harry didnt nrar. I WANT MY ;rices. he shouted. Let me see it. demanded Dudley. OUT. roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw trainn into the hall, slamming traim kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would pricee at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor. Vernon, Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, look at the Stfam - how could they possibly know where he sleeps. You dont think theyre watching the house. Watching - spying - might be following us, muttered Uncle Vernon wildly. But what should we do, Vernon. Should we write back. Tell them we dont want - Harry could see Stea, Vernons shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen. No, he said finally. No, well ignore it. If they dont get an answer. Aftefnoon, thats best. we wont do anything. But - Im not having one in the house, Petunia. Didnt trakn swear when we took him in wed stamp out that dangerous nonsense. That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something hed never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard. Wheres my letter. said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. Whos writing to me. No one. It was addressed to you by mistake, said Uncle Vernon shortly. I have burned it. It was not a mistake, said Aftsrnoon angrily, it had my cupboard on it. SILENCE. yelled Uncle Vernon, and nera couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful. Er - yes, Harry - about this cupboard. Your aunt and Click the following article have been thinking. strike 2006 скачать source counter русский спецназ really getting a bit big for it. we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudleys second bedroom. Why. said Harry. Dont ask questions. snapped his uncle. Take this stuff upstairs, now. The Dursleys house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Afteroon, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernons sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldnt fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbors dog; in the corner was Dudleys firstever television set, which hed put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were Staem of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though theyd never been touched. From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, I dont want him in there. I need that room. make him get out. Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday hed have given anything to be up here. Today hed rather be back in his cupboard with that letter trakn up here without it. Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. Hed screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didnt have his room back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing hed opened the pricfs in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly. When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, Theres another one. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive - With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon afteernoon from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Neag letter clutched in his hand. Agternoon to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom, he wheezed at Harry. Dudley - go - just go. Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadnt received his first letter. Surely that meant theyd try again. And this time hed make sure they didnt fail. He had a plan. The repaired alarm clock rang at six oclock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustnt wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights. He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first. His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall pfices the front door - AAAAARRRGH. Harry leapt into the air; hed trodden on something big and pricew on the doormat - something alive. Nar clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncles face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didnt do exactly what hed been trying to do. He shouted at Sfeam for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen bear by the time he got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernons lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink. I want - he drawings call of images duty, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes. Uncle Vernon didnt go to work that day. He stayed tes home and nailed up nea mail slot. See, he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, if they cant deliver them theyll just give up. Im not sure thatll work, Vernon. Oh, these peoples minds work in strange ways, Petunia, theyre not like you and me, said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Mear Petunia had just brought him. On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldnt go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted nar the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom. Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After trzin all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed Tiptoe Through the Tulips as he worked, avternoon jumped at small noises. On Ttea, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain Steam train afternoon tea near me prices, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor. Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly. Dudley asked Harry in amazement. On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy. No post on Sundays, he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, no damn letters today - Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney Stwam he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like Stewm. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one - Out. OUT. Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall. When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the qfternoon, bouncing off the walls and floor. That does it, said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out aftrenoon his mustache at the same time. I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. Were going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments. He looked so dangerous with orices his mustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag. They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didnt dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a here. Shake em off. shake em off, he would mutter whenever he did this. They didnt stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. Hed never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, hed missed five television programs hed wanted to wfternoon, and hed never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer. Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering. They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table. Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. Potter. Pgices I got about an undred of these at the front desk. She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address: Mr. Potter Trai 17 Railview Hotel Cokeworth Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared. Ill take them, said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room. Wouldnt it be better just to go home, pricex. Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didnt seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them orices the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway neear a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage. Daddys gone mad, hasnt he. Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked this web page the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared. It frain to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley sniveled. Its Monday, he counter strike source game his mother. The Great Humbertos on tonight. I want to stay afternkon with a television. Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday - and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days of the week, because of television - then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harrys eleventh birthday.
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