Harry Potter And The Philosopher's / Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter 1(Part 3)
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One thing, in the books some words are in Italics to emphasize on certain words, but since mt doesn't allow us to italicize words I will be using "《word》" this symbol to emphasize on them.
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Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes- the get-ups you saw on young people!
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He supposed this was some stupid new fashion.
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He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of those weirdos standing quite close by.
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They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak!
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The nerve of him!
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But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people were obviously collecting for something...yes, that would be it.....
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The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later , Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.
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Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor.
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If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning.
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《He》 didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight , though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.
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Most of them had never seen an owl even at night-time.
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Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning.
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He yelled at five different people . He made several important phone calls and shouted a bit more.
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He was in a very good mood until lunchtime , when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.
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He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's.
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He eyed them angrily as he passed . He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy.....
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This lot was whispering excitedly , too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.
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It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
Person 1
The Potters , that's right , that's what I heard-
Person 2
-yes,their son , Harry-
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Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whispers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
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He dashed back across the road , hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind.
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He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking...no, he was being stupid.
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Potter wasn't such an unusual name.He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.
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Come to think of it , he wasn't sure his nephew 《was》 called Harry.
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He'd never seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.
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There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at any mention of her sister.
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He didn't blame her- if 《he'd》 had a sister like that...but all the same, those people in cloaks...
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