harry potter and the sorcerers stone
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the boy who lived
mr. and mrs. dursley, of number four, privet drive, were proud
to say that they were perfeal, thank you very much. they
were the last people youd expect to be ihing strange
or mysterious, because they just didnt hold with suse.
mr. dursley was the dire called grunnings, which
made drills. he was a big, beefy man with hardly ahough
he did have a very large mustache. mrs. dursley was thin and blonde
awice the usual amount of neck, whi very
useful as she spent so mue g arden fences,
spying on the neighbors. the dursleys had a small son called dudley
and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
the dursleys had everythied, but they also had a
sed their greatest fear was that somebody would discover
it. they didnt think they could bear it if anyone found out about
the potters. mrs. potter was mrs. dursleys sister, but they hadnt
met for several years; in fact, mrs. dursley pretended she didnt
have a sister, because her sister and her g husband
were as undursleyish as it ossible to be. the dursleys shuddered
to think what the neighbors would say if the potters arrived in the
street. the dursleys khe potters had a small son, too,
but they had never evehis boy was anood reason
f the potters away; they didnt want dudley mixing with
a child like that.
when mr. and mrs. dursley woke up on the dull, gray tuesday
our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to
suggest that straerious things would soon be happening
all over the r. dursley hummed as he piost
b tie for work, and mrs. dursley gossiped aily as she
wrestled a sg dudley into his high chair.
hem noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
at half past eight, mr. dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked
mrs. dursley oried to kiss dudley good-bye but