![]() Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. Mr.ĝursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign cats couldn’t read maps or signs. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privetĝrive, but there wasn’t a map in sight. Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen - then he jerked his head around to look again. Something peculiar - a cat reading a map. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of He got into his car and backed out of number four’s drive. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. ![]() Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screamingĝudley into his high chair. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. and Mrs.ĝursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away they didn’t wantĝudley mixing with a child like that. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. Theĝursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met for several years in fact, Mrs. They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Theĝursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. The Dursleys had a small son calledĝudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. Mrs.ĝursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense. and Mrs.ĝursley, of number four, Privetĝrive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. HPđ - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's StoneĬHAPTER ONE THEěOY WHO LIVED M r. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (2016), Although it’s a script and not a novel, it was advertised as the eighth story in the series.HPđ - Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Harry Potter & The Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K.
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