around uns d crushed it into a trash -- but at
the moment it didnt look in the mood. in fact, it .
dudley stood with his nainst the glass, staring
at the glistening brown coils.
”make it move,” he whi his father. uapped
on the glass, but the snake didnt budge.
”do it again,” dudley ordered. un rapped the glass
smartly with his khe s snoozed on.
”this is b,” dudley moaned. he shuffled away.
harry moved in froank aly at the
snake. he wouldnt have bee had died of boredom
itself -- no paupid pe their fingers
orying to disturb it all day long. it was worse than
having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was aunt
petuhe door to ; at least he got to
visit the rest of the house.
the snake suddes beady eyes. slowly, very slowly,
it raised its head until its eyes were oh harrys.
it winked.
harry stared. then he looked quid to see if anyone was
watg. they werent. he looked back at the snake aoo.
the ss head toward un ahen
raised its eyes to the g. it gave harry a look that said
quite plainly:
”i get that all the time.
”i know,” harry murmured through the glass, though he wasnt
sure the snake could hear him. ”it must be really annoying.”
the snake nodded vigorously.
”where do you , anyway?” harry asked.
the sail at a little sighe
glass. harry peered at it.
boa strictor, brazil.
”was it here?”
the boa strictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and
harry read on: this spe was bred in the zoo. ”oh, i see --
so youve o brazil?”
as the ss head, a deafening shout behind harry
made both of them