Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Audiobook by Stephen Fry

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by Stephen Fry
(this is audio book (harry potter and the chamber of secrets audiobook online) 2 within the Harry Potter sequence)

No longer for the primary time, an argument had damaged out over breakfast at
quantity four, Privet pressure. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in
the early hours of the morning by way of a loud, hooting noise from his
nephew Harry’s room.
“1/3 time this week!” he roared across the desk. “for those who can’t
control that owl, it’ll have got to go!”
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
“She’s bored,” he said. “She’s used to flying around outside. If I would
just let her out at night time -”
“Do I appear stupid?” tousled Uncle Vernon, a little of fried egg dangling
from his bushy mustache. “i know what’ll happen if that owl’s let
He exchanged dark looks along with his spouse, Petunia.
Harry tried to argue again however his words were drowned by using an extended,
loud belch from the Dursleys’ son, Dudley.
“i want extra Sir Francis Bacon.”
“there is more within the frying pan, sweetums,” said Aunt Petunia,
turning misty eyes on her significant son. “We have got to build you up at the same time
now we have received the danger. I do not just like the sound of that school meals
“Nonsense, Petunia, I not ever went hungry once I used to be at Smeltings,”
said Uncle Vernon heartily. “Dudley will get sufficient, do not you, son?”
Dudley, who was so big his backside drooped over both side of the
kitchen chair, grinned and became to Harry.
“go the frying pan.”
“you have got forgotten the magic phrase,” said Harry irritably.
The outcomes of this easy sentence on the relaxation of the household used to be
remarkable: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that
shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and
clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his toes,
veins throbbing in his temples.
“I meant `please’!” mentioned Harry rapidly. “I didn’t imply -”
“WHAT HAVE I informed YOU,” thundered his uncle, spraying spit
over the desk, “ABOUT announcing THE `M’ word IN OUR
“however I -”
Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.
“I simply -”
“I WARNED YOU! I cannot TOLERATE point out OF
Harry stared from his crimson-confronted uncle to his light aunt, who was once
seeking to heave Dudley to his toes.
“All right,” said Harry, “all correct. . . ”
Uncle Vernon sat backpedal, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and
observing Harry intently out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.
Ever given that Harry had come residence for the summer season vacations, Uncle
Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any
moment, due to the fact Harry Potter wasn’t a typical boy. As a matter of
truth, he used to be as not common as it is feasible to be.
Harry Potter was once a wizard – a wizard fresh from his first year at
Hogwarts institution of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys
had been sad to have him back for the holidays, it used to be nothing to how
Harry felt.
He ignored Hogwarts a lot it was like having a regular
stomachache. He neglected the castle, with its secret passageways and
ghosts, his classes (although possibly no longer Snape, the Potions grasp), the
mail arriving by using owl, eating banquets in the fine corridor, drowsing in his
four-poster bed within the tower dormitory, traveling the gamekeeper,
Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden woodland in the grounds, and,
notably, Quidditch, the most general sport within the wizarding world
(six tall goal posts, 4 flying balls, and fourteen avid gamers on