Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Audiobook Online

All Harry’s spellbooks (harry potter and the chamber of secrets audiobook online), his wand, robes, cauldron, and one of the best
Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard
below the stairs via Uncle Vernon the instantaneous Harry had come residence.
What did the Dursleys care if Harry misplaced his location on the condominium
Quidditch workforce since he hadn’t practiced all summer season? What was once it
to the Dursleys if Harry went again to university with none of his
homework achieved? The Dursleys have been what wizards known as Muggles
(now not a drop of magical blood in their veins),
and as far as they had been involved, having a wizard in the household used to be
a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked
Harry’s owl, Hedwig, within her cage, to discontinue her from carrying
messages to any person within the wizarding world.
Harry appeared nothing just like the leisure of the household. Uncle Vernon was
enormous and neckless, with an big black mustache; Aunt Petunia

Was once horse-confronted and bony; Dudley was once blond, purple, and porky. Harry,
however, was small and skinny, with excellent green eyes and
jet-black hair that was continually untidy. He wore circular glasses, and on
his brow was once a skinny, lightning-shaped scar.
It was once this scar that made Harry so particularly individual, even for a
wizard. This scar was once the one trace of Harry’s very mysterious earlier, of
the cause he had been left on the Dursleys’ doorstep eleven years
earlier than.
At the age of 1 year historic, Harry had someway survived a curse from
the greatest dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose identify
most witches and wizards nonetheless feared to communicate. Harry’s parents had
died in Voldemort’s attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning
scar, and by some means – no person understood why Voldemort’s powers had
been destroyed the immediate he had did not kill Harry.
So Harry had been brought up through his dead mom’s sister and her
husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, not ever
working out why he kept making peculiar matters happen without that means
to, believing the Dursleys’ story that he had acquired his scar in the automobile
crash that had killed his moms and dads.
And then, exactly a 12 months ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry,
and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his location at
wizard institution, where he and his scar were noted … But now the
school yr was over, and he was again with the Dursleys for the
summer time, again to being handled like a canine that had rolled in whatever
smelly.
The Dursleys hadn’t even remembered that today happened to be
Harry’s twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadn’t been high; they’d
certainly not given him a real present, let on my own a cake – but to disregard it
fully …
At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said,
“Now, as everyone knows, in these days is a very important day.”
Harry looked up, hardly ever daring to consider it.
“This might well be the day I make the most important deal of my profession, ”
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said Uncle Vernon.
Harry went back to his toast. Of direction, he inspiration bitterly, Un
cle Vernon was once speakme about the silly dinner get together. He’d been speak
ing of nothing else for two weeks. Some wealthy builder and his spouse
had been coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon used to be hoping to get a gigantic
order from him (Uncle Vernon’s organization made drills).
“I consider we must run via the schedule an extra time,” mentioned
Uncle Vernon. “We should all be in function at eight o’clock. Petunia,
you’re going to be -?”
“in the lounge,” said Aunt Petunia swiftly, “ready to welcome them
graciously to our dwelling.”
“good, just right. And Dudley?”
“i’m going to be waiting to open the door.” Dudley placed on a foul, simpering
smile. “may just I take your coats, Mr. And Mrs. Mason?”
“they will love him!” cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
“best, Dudley,” stated Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry.
“and also you?”
“i’m going to be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending i am no longer
there,” stated Harry tonelessly.
“precisely,” said Uncle Vernon nastily. “i will lead them into the
lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them -drinks. At eightfifteen
-”
“i’ll announce dinner,” stated Aunt Petunia.
“And, Dudley, you can say -”
“may just I take you via to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?” said
Dudley, offering his fats arm to an invisible woman.
“My ultimate little gentleman!” sniffed Aunt Petunia.
“and also you?” mentioned Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.
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“i’m going to be in my room, making no noise and pretending i am now not there,”
said Harry dully.
“exactly. Now, we will have to purpose to get in a number of good compliments at
dinner. Petunia, any suggestions?”
“Vernon tells me you are a distinct golfer, Mr. Mason…. Do inform me
where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason ……
“superb. . . Dudley?”
“How about -‘We needed to write an essay about our hero at university,
Mr. Mason, and i wrote about you.”‘
This was once too much for each Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia
burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the
desk so they would not see him laughing.
“and you, boy?”
Harry fought to hold his face straight as he emerged.
“i will be in my room, making no noise and pretending i’m not there,”
he stated.
“Too correct, you’re going to,” said Uncle Vernon forcefully. “The Ma
sons don’t know anything about you and it’ll stay that way.
When dinner’s over, you’re taking Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for
espresso, Petunia, and i will deliver the field round to drills. With any
luck, i will have the deal signed and sealed earlier than the news at ten.
Be looking for a trip home in Majorca this time to
morrow.
Harry couldn’t feel too serious about this. He didn’t believe the
Dursleys would favor him any higher in Majorca than they did on
Privet drive.
“correct – i’m off into city to opt for up the dinner jackets for
Dudley and me. And you,” he snarled at Harry. “You stay out of
your aunt’s method at the same time she’s cleansing.”
Harry left by way of the again door. It was once a great, sunny day.
He crossed the garden, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang
underneath his breath:
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“pleased birthday to me … Happy birthday to me. . .
No playing cards, no offers, and he could be spending the night
pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had
by no means felt so lonely. More than some thing else at Hogwarts, more
even than taking part in Quidditch, Harry neglected his fine buddies, Ron
Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn’t seem to be
missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer time,
despite the fact that Ron had mentioned he used to be going to ask Harry to return and
stay.
Numerous occasions, Harry had been on the factor of unlocking
Hedwig’s cage via magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione
with a letter, but it wasn’t worth the danger. Underage wizards weren’t
allowed to make use of magic external of tuition. Harry hadn’t advised the
Dursleys this; he knew it was once best their terror that he could flip them
all into dung beetles that stopped them from locking him within the
cabinet underneath the steps along with his wand and broomstick. For the primary
couple of weeks back, Harry had loved muttering nonsense words
beneath his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast
as his fat legs would carry him. However the lengthy silence from Ron and
Hermione had made Harry suppose so cut off from the magical world that
even taunting Dudley had misplaced its enchantment – and now Ron and Hermione
had forgotten his birthday.
What wouldn’t he provide now for a message from Hogwarts? From any
witch or wizard? He’d almost be blissful of a sight of his archenemy,
Draco Malfoy, simply to be sure it hadn’t all been a dream ….
Not that his entire yr at Hogwarts had been enjoyable. At the very finish of
last time period, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord
Voldemort himself. Voldemort perhaps a smash of his former self, however
he used to be still terrifying, still foxy, nonetheless decided to regain power.
Harry had slipped via Voldemort’s clutches for a second time, however
it had been a slim break out, and even now, weeks later, Harry saved
waking within the night, sopping wet in bloodless sweat, wondering where
Voldemort used to be now, remembering his furious face, his vast, mad eyes
Harry all of a sudden sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been
staring absent-mindedly into the hedge – and the hedge was once staring again.
Two gigantic green eyes had seemed among the many leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the
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garden.
“i know what day it is,” sang Dudley, waddling toward him.
The significant eyes blinked and vanished.
“What?” mentioned Harry, now not taking his eyes off the spot where they had
been.
“i know what day it is,” Dudley repeated, coming correct up to him.
“well finished,” stated Harry. “So you’ve got finally learned the times of the
week.”
“present day your birthday,” sneered Dudley. “How come you have not received
any cards? Haven’t you even received pals at that freak situation?”
“higher not let your mum hear you speaking about my institution,” mentioned
Harry coolly.
Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fats
bottom.
“Why’re you staring at the hedge?” he said suspiciously.
” I , m trying to come to a decision what could be the high-quality spell to set it on
fireplace,” stated Harry.
Dudley stumbled backward without delay, a look of panic on his fats face.
“You c-can’t – Dad instructed you you’re not to do m-magic – he stated he’ll
chuck you out of the residence – and you haven’t acquired anywhere else to go –
you haven’t obtained any pals to take you -”
“Jiggery pokery!” stated Harry in a fierce voice. “Hocus pocus squiggly
wiggly -”
“MUUUUUUM!” howled Dudley, tripping over his ft as he dashed
again toward the residence. “MUUUUM! He is doing you recognize what!”
Harry paid dearly for his moment of enjoyable. As neither Dudley nor
the hedge used to be in any respect damage, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn’t really
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accomplished magic, but he still needed to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his
head with the soapy frying pan. Then she gave him work to do, with
the promise he wouldn’t devour once more unless he’d completed.
While Dudley lolled around staring at and consuming ice cream, Harry
cleaned the windows, washed the automobile, mowed the garden, trimmed the
flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the backyard
bench. The solar blazed overhead, burning the again of his neck. Harry
knew he shouldn’t have risen to Dudley’s bait, however Dudley had mentioned
the very thing Harry had been considering himself… Possibly he didn’t have
any friends at Hogwarts ….
Want they would see noted Harry Potter now, he idea savagely as he
spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat jogging
down his face.
It was once half prior seven ,within the night when at final, exhausted, he
heard Aunt Petunia calling him.
“Get in right here! And walk on the newspaper!”
Harry moved gladly into the shade of the glowing kitchen. On prime of
the fridge stood tonight’s pudding: a giant mound of whipped cream
and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was once sizzling in the oven.
“consume swiftly! The Masons will be here soon!” snapped Aunt Petunia,
pointing to 2 slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen
desk. She was already sporting a salmon-purple cocktail dress.
Harry washed his arms and bolted down his pitiful supper. The
second he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate.
“Upstairs! Hurry!”
As he handed the door to the dwelling room, Harry caught a
glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jack
ets. He had most effective simply reached the upstairs touchdown when the door
bell rang and Uncle Vernon’s livid face appeared at the foot of
the steps.
“recall, boy – one sound -”
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe slipped inside, closed
the door, and grew to become to break down on his bed.
The trouble used to be, there was already any individual sitting on it.
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C H-H A P T E RR T W o
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DOBBY’S WARNING
arry managed not to shout out, nevertheless it was once a detailed thing. The little
creature on the bed had massive, bat-like ears and bulging inexperienced eyes the
measurement of tennis balls. Harry knew immediately that this used to be what had been
looking at him out of the backyard hedge that morning.
As they stared at every other, Harry heard Dudley’s voice from the hall.
“could I take your coats, Mr. And Mrs. Mason?”
The creature slipped up and doing and bowed so low that the tip of its
long, skinny nose touched the carpet. Harry observed that it used to be wearing
what gave the impression of an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes.
“Er – hiya,” said Harry nervously.
“Harry Potter!” mentioned the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry used to be
certain would lift down the steps. “so long has Dobby desired to meet
you, sir … Such an honor it is . . . .”
“Th-thank you,” said Harry, edging alongside the wall and sinking into his
desk chair, next to Hedwig, who used to be asleep in her giant cage. He
wanted to ask, “What are you?” however concept it would sound too rude,
so as a substitute he mentioned, “who’re you?”
“Dobby, sir. Simply Dobby. Dobby the apartment-elf,” mentioned the creature.
“Oh – relatively?” mentioned Harry. “Er – i don’t want to be impolite or something,
but – this isn’t a exceptional time for me to have a house-elf in my
bed room.”
Aunt Petunias high, false giggle sounded from the living room. The elf
hung his head.
“now not that i am not pleased to meet you,” said Harry rapidly, “however, er,
is there any precise motive you’re right here?”
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“Oh, yes, sir,” mentioned Dobby earnestly. “Dobby has come to inform you,
sir … It’s elaborate, sir … Dobby wonders where to start . . . .”
“sit down down,” mentioned Harry courteously, pointing at the mattress.
To his horror, the elf burst into tears – very noisy tears.
“S-sit down down!” he wailed. “in no way … Under no circumstances ever. . . ”
Harry suggestion he heard the voices downstairs falter.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered, “I failed to mean to offend you or some thing -”
“Offend Dobby!” choked the elf. “Dobby has by no means been asked to take a seat
down by way of a wizard – like an equal-”
Harry, seeking to say “Shh!” and appear comforting at the same time,
ushered Dobby back onto the bed where he sat hiccoughing, watching
like a large and very unsightly doll. At final he managed to manipulate himself,
and sat together with his fine eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery
adoration.
“You can’t have met many respectable wizards,” stated Harry, trying to
cheer him up.
Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and
began banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, “bad
Dobby! Bad Dobby!”
“do not – what are you doing?” Harry hissed, bobbing up and pulling
Dobby back onto the mattress – Hedwig had woken up with a
especially loud screech and was once beating her wings wildly in opposition to the
bars of her cage.
“Dobby had to punish himself, sir,” stated the elf, who had long gone reasonably
cross-eyed. “Dobby virtually spoke ill of his household, sir . . . .”
“Your loved ones?”
“The wizard household Dobby serves, sir… DOBBY’S is a houseelf –
certain to serve one residence and one family eternally . …..
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“Do they understand you are right here?” requested Harry curiously.
Dobby shuddered.
“Oh, no, sir, no … Dobby will must punish himself most grievously
for coming to peer you, sir. Dobby will have got to shut his ears in the
oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir _”
“but will not they realize in the event you shut your ears within the oven door?”
“Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is perpetually having to punish himself for
something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Routinely they
reminds me to do further punishments ……
“however why don’t you depart? Escape?”
“A condominium-elf have got to be set free, sir. And the loved ones will under no circumstances set
Dobby free … Dobby will serve the household unless he dies, sir . . . .”
Harry stared.
“and that i notion I had it dangerous staying right here for another 4 weeks,”
he mentioned. “This makes the Dursleys sound virtually human. Are not able to anyone
support you? Are not able to I?”
virtually directly, Harry wished he hadn’t spoken. Dobby dissolved once more
into wails of gratitude.
“Please,” Harry whispered frantically, “please be quiet. If the Dursleys
hear some thing, in the event that they comprehend you’re right here -”
“Harry Potter asks if he can support Dobby … Dobby has heard of your
greatness, sir, however of your goodness, Dobby never knew . …..
Harry, who was once feeling pretty hot in the face, said, “whatever
you’ve gotten heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I am now not even high
of my year at Hogwarts; that’s Hermione, she -”
but he stopped quickly, for the reason that serious about Hermione used to be painful.
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“I-Tarry Potter is humble and modest,” said Dobby reverently, his orblike
eyes aglow. “Harry Potter speaks no longer of his triumph over He-Who-
have got to-no longer-Be-Named -”
“Voldemort?” mentioned Harry.
Dobby clapped his palms over his bat ears and moaned, “Ah, speak no longer
the identify, sir! Communicate no longer the identify!”
“Sorry” mentioned Harry speedily. “i do know plenty of folks don’t love it. My
buddy Ron -”
He stopped once more. Desirous about Ron used to be painful, too.
Dobby leaned towards Harry, his eyes extensive as headlights.
‘Dobby heard tell,” he said hoarsely, “that Harry Potter met the darkish
Lord for a 2d time just weeks in the past … That Harry Potter escaped
once more. ”
Harry nodded and Dobby’s eyes instantly shone with tears.
,Ah, sir,” he gasped, dabbing his face with a nook of the grubby
pillowcase he used to be sporting. “Harry Potter is valiant and daring! He has
braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to defend
Harry Potter, to warn him, despite the fact that he does have got to shut his ears in
the oven door later… Harry Potter have got to notgo again to Hogwarts.”
There was once a silence broken simplest via the chink of knives and forks
from downstairs and the far-off rumble of Uncle Vernon’s voice.
“W-what?” Harry stammered. “but I’ve got to go back – time period starts
on September first. It is all that’s preserving me going. You don’t know
what it can be like right here. I do not belong right here. I belong for your world – at
Hogwarts.”
“No, no, no,” squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so rough his ears
flapped. “Harry Potter must stay the place he is riskless. He’s too pleasant,
too excellent, to lose. If Harry Potter goes again to Hogwarts, he will be
in mortal hazard.”
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“Why?” stated Harry in surprise.
“there’s a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most horrible matters
occur at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year,”
whispered Dobby, out of the blue trembling all over. “Dobby has known it
for months, sir. Harry Potter must now not put himself in danger. He is too
predominant, sir!”
“What horrible matters?” said Harry without delay. “Who’s plotting them?”
Dobby made a humorous choking noise after which banged his head
frantically in opposition to the wall.
“All proper!” cried Harry, grabbing the elf’s arm to stop him. “You can not
tell me. I comprehend. However why are you warning me?” A surprising,
unpleasant concept struck him. “hang on – this hasn’t got anything to
do with Vol- – sorry – with You-know-Who, has it?
You might just shake or nod,” he delivered hastily as Dobby’s head
tilted worryingly just about the wall once more.
Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
“no longer -not He- Who-must-now not-Be-Named, sir =’
however Dobby’s eyes were vast and he looked to be looking to give
Harry a hint. Harry, nevertheless, used to be fully misplaced.
“He hasn’t acquired a brother, has he?”
Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever.
“well then, I can’t suppose who else would have a chance of constructing
horrible matters occur at Hogwarts,” mentioned Harry. “I imply, there’s
Dumbledore, for one thing – you understand who Dumbledore is, don’t
you?”
Dobby bowed his head.
“Albus Dumbledore is the finest headmaster Hogwarts has ever
had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore’s powers
rival those of He-Who-must-now not-Be-Named at the peak of his
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strength. But, sir” – Dobby’s voice dropped to an urgent whisper –
“there are powers Dumbledore does not … Powers no respectable wizard.
. .”
And earlier than Harry would discontinue him, Dobby bounded out of bed,
seized Harry’s desk lamp, and began beating himself across the
head with earsplitting yelps.
A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later Harry, heart
thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling,
“Dudley have got to have left his tv on again, the little tyke!”
“speedy! Within the closet!” hissed Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the
door, and flinging himself onto the mattress just because the door manage turned.
“What – the – devil – are – you – doing?” said Uncle Vernon by means of
gritted tooth, his face horribly practically Harry’s. “you’ve got just ruined the
punch line of my jap golfer joke …. Yet another sound and you’ll
desire you’ll by no means been born, boy!”
He stomped flat-footed from the room.
Shaking, Harry let Dobby out of the closet.
“See what it can be like here?” he mentioned. “See why I’ve obtained to return to
Hogwarts? It can be the only location I’ve acquired -well, I think I’ve received neighbors. ”
“buddies who do not even write to Harry Potter?” mentioned Dobby slyly.
“I count on they’ve just been – wait a minute,” said Harry, frowning.
“How are you aware my associates haven’t been writing to me?”
Dobby shuffled his feet.
“Harry Potter mustn’t be indignant with Dobby. Dobby did it for the excellent –

“have you ever been stopping my letters?”
“Dobby has them right here, sir,” stated the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry’s
attain, he pulled a thick wad of envelopes from the within of the
pillowcase he was once carrying. Harry might make out Hermione’s neat
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writing, Ron’s untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that seemed as though
it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.
Dobby blinked anxiously up at Harry.
“Harry Potter mustn’t be angry… Dobby hoped … If Harry Potter
suggestion his friends had forgotten him … Harry Potter could now not need to
go back to university, sir . …..
Harry wasn’t listening. He made a clutch for the letters, but Dobby
jumped out of attain.
“Harry Potter could have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word
that he’s going to no longer return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, it is a threat you have got to
not face! Say you won’t go back, sir!”
“No,” said Harry angrily. “give me my pals’ letters!”
“Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no alternative,” mentioned the elf lamentably.
Before Harry might move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door,
pulled it open, and sprinted down the stairs.
Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry sprang after him, attempting not to
make a sound. He jumped the final six steps, landing catlike on the
hall carpet, looking around for Dobby. From the eating room he
heard Uncle Vernon announcing, “. . . Inform Petunia that very funny story
about these American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She’s been demise to
hear. . . ”
Harry ran up the corridor into the kitchen and felt his belly disappear.
Aunt Petunia’s masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and
sugared violets, used to be floating up near the ceiling. On top of a
cabinet in the nook crouched Dobby.
“No,” croaked Harry. “Please … They will kill me ……
“Harry Potter must say he is no longer going back to tuition -”
“Dobby … Please …
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“Say it, sir -”
“I can’t -”
Dobby gave him a tragic look.
“Then Dobby have got to do it, sir, for Harry Potter’s possess good.”
The pudding fell to the floor with a coronary heart-stopping crash. Cream
splattered the home windows and walls because the dish shattered. With a crack
like a whip, Dobby vanished.
There were screams from the eating room and Uncle Vernon
burst into the kitchen to seek out Harry, inflexible with shock, covered from head
to foot in Aunt Petunias pudding.
At first, it seemed as if Uncle Vernon would control to gloss the
entire thing over. (“just our nephew – very disturbed meeting strangers
upsets him, so we stored him upstairs) He shooed the bowled over Masons
again into the eating room, promised Harry he would flay him to inside
an inch of his life when the Masons had left, and surpassed him a mop.
Aunt Petunia dug some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, nonetheless
shaking, began scrubbing the kitchen clean.
Uncle Vernon could still had been ready to make his deal – if it hadn’t
been for the owl.
Aunt Petunia was once simply passing around a field of after-dinner mints when
a significant barn owl swooped by means of the dining room window, dropped a
letter on Mrs. Mason’s head, and swooped out again. Mrs. Mason
screamed like a banshee and ran from the apartment shouting about
lunatics. Mr. Mason stayed simply lengthy sufficient to inform the Dursleys that his
wife was mortally petrified of birds of all sizes and styles, and to ask
whether or not this was once their notion of a comic story.
Harry stood within the kitchen, clutching the mop for aid, as Uncle
Vernon advanced on him, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes.
“read it!” he hissed evilly, brandishing the letter the owl had delivered.
“Go on – learn it!”
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Harry took it. It did not incorporate birthday greetings.
Dear Mr. Potter,
now we have obtained intelligence that a Hover charm was used at your
situation of dwelling this evening at twelve minutes earlier nine.
As you recognize, underage wizards aren’t authorised to perform spells
external institution, and extra spellwork for your phase may lead to
expulsion from said school (Decree for the cheap restrict of
Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).
We would also ask you to don’t forget that any magical endeavor that
risks notice through individuals of the non-magical group (Muggles) is
a major offense below section 13 of the global Confederation
of Warlocks’ Statute of Secrecy.
Enjoy your holidays! Yours honestly,
Mafalda Hopkirk
incorrect USE OF MAGIC place of business
Ministry of Magic
Harry regarded up from the letter and gulped.
“You failed to inform us you were not allowed to use magic external school,”
said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. “For got to
mention it …. Slipped your intellect, I daresay …..
He used to be bearing down on Harry like a first-rate bulldog, all his teeth
bared. “well, I’ve got information for you, boy . … I am locking you up ….
You’re not ever going back to that college … On no account … And should you attempt to
magic your self out – they are going to expel you!”
And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry again upstairs.
Uncle Vernon used to be as bad as his phrase. The following morning,
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he paid a man to suit bars on Harry’s window. He himself geared up a catflap
in the bedroom door, in order that small amounts of food might be
pushed inside of 3 times a day. They let Harry out to use the
toilet morning and evening. Otherwise, he used to be locked in his room
across the clock.
Three days later, the Dursleys have been displaying no signal of relenting, and
Harry could not see any approach out of his hindrance. He lay on his bed
observing the solar sinking in the back of the bars on the window and puzzled
miserably what was once going to occur to him.
What was once the nice of magicking himself out of his room if Hogwarts
would expel him for doing it? Yet life at Privet force had reached an
all-time low. Now that the Dursleys knew they weren’t going to wake
up as fruit bats, he had misplaced his best weapon. Dobby could have saved
Harry from horrible happenings at Hogwarts, but the way matters had been
going, he’d customarily starve to demise anyway.
The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunias hand regarded, pushing a bowl
of canned soup into the room. Harry, whose insides had been aching with
hunger, jumped off his bed and seized it. The soup used to be stone-cold, but
he drank half of of it in one gulp. Then he crossed the room to Hedwig’s
cage and tipped the soggy veggies on the backside of the bowl into
her empty meals tray. She ruffled her feathers and gave him a appear of
deep disgust.

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