Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting1 noise from his nephew Harry2's room.
“Third time this week!” he roared across the table. “If you can't control that owl3, it'll have to go!”
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
“She's bored ,” he said. “She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night—”
“Do I look stupid?” snarled4 Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling5 from his bushy mustache. “I know what'll happen if that owl's let out.”
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia6.
Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch7 from the Dursleys’ son, Dudley.
“I want more bacon.”
“There's more in the frying pan, sweetums,” said Aunt Petunia, turning misty8 eyes on her massive son. “We must build you up while we've got the chance… I don't like the sound of that school food…”
“Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings,” said Uncle Vernon heartily9. “Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?”
Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped10 over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.
“Pass the frying pan.”
“You've forgotten the magic word,” said Harry irritably11.
The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped12 and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins13 throbbing14 in his temples.
“I meant please'!” said Harry quickly. “I didn't mean—”
“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU,” thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, “ABOUT SAYING THE M'WORD IN OUR HOUSE?”
“But I—”
“HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!” roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.
“I just—”
“I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!”
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
“All right,” said Harry, ” all right…”
Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros15 and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.
Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasn't a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be.
Harry Potter was a wizard - a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft16 and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt.
He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).
All Harry's spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadn't practiced all summer? What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.
Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.
It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry's very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys'doorstep eleven years before.
At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harry's parents had died in Voldemort's attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why -Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry.
So Harry had been brought up by his dead mother's sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys'story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents.
And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous… but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something 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 never given him a real present, let alone a cake - but to ignore it completely…
At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, “Now, as we all know, today is a very important day.”
Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
“This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career,” said Uncle Vernon.
Harry went back to his toast. Of course , he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party . He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks.
Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).
“I think we should run through the schedule one more time,” said Uncle Vernon. “We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be -?”
“In the lounge,” said Aunt Petunia promptly17, “waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.”
“Good, good. And Dudley?”
“I'll be waiting to open the door.” Dudley put on a foul18, simpering smile. “May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?”
“They'll love him!” cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
“Excellent, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. “And you?”
“I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there,” said Harry tonelessly.
“Exactly,” said Uncle Vernon nastily. “I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen—”
“I'll announce dinner,” said Aunt Petunia.
“And, Dudley, you'll say—”
“May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?” said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
“My perfect little gentleman!” sniffed19 Aunt Petunia.
“And you?” said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.
“I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there,” said Harry dully.
“Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?”
“Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason… Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason…”
“Perfect… Dudley?”
“How about - ‘We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you .'”
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing.
“And you, boy?”
Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged.
“I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there,” he said.
“Too right, you will.” said Uncle Vernon forcefully. “The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time to morrow.”
Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive.
“Right - I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you ,” he snarled at Harry. “You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning.”
Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped20 down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath:
“Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me…”
No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably21 into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, 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, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.
Countless22 times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk.
Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles23 that stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting24 Dudley had lost its appeal - and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday.
What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? He'd almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn't all been a dream…
Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined25 to regain26 power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched27 in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, mad eyes—
Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge - and the hedge was staring back . Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering28 voice floated across the lawn.
“I know what day it is,” sang Dudley, waddling29 toward him.
The huge eyes blinked and vanished.
“What?” said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.
“I know what day it is,” Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.
“Well done,” said Harry. “So you've finally learned the days of the week.”
“Today's your birthday ,” sneered30 Dudley. “How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?”
“Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school,” said Harry coolly.
Dudley hitched31 up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.
“Why're you staring at the hedge?” he said suspiciously.
“I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire,” said Harry.
Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face.
“You c-can't - Dad told you you're not to do m-magic - he said he'll chuck you out of the house - and you haven't got anywhere else to go - you haven't got any friends to take you—”
“Jiggery pokery!” said Harry in a fierce voice. ” Hocus pocus - squiggly wiggly - ”
“MUUUUUUM!” howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. “MUUUUM! He's doing you know what!”
Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn't really done magic, but he still had 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 eat again until he'd finished.
While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed32 the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned33 and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of his neck. Harry knew he shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself… maybe he didn't have any friends at Hogwarts…
Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now , he thought savagely34 as he spread manure35 on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.
It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted36, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him.
“Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!”
Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound37 of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.
“Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!” snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail38 dress.
Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. “Upstairs! Hurry!”
As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the door bell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.
“Remember, boy - one sound—”
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse39 on his bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
在普里怀特街四号房里面已经不止一次在早饭的时候发生争吵了。维能。杜史林先生一大清早就被从他外甥——哈利房间里传出来的响亮的猫头鹰叫声吵醒了。
“这个星期第三次了！”他在餐桌的那边吼道。“要是你不能管住那只猫头鹰，它就得消失！”
哈利还想再解释。
“它闷了，”他说道，“它习惯了在外面飞的。要是能在晚上放它出去的话……”
“我有这么笨吗？”维能姨丈吼道，一小块煎蛋正在他浓密的胡子外边摇摆不定。“我很清楚放那只猫头鹰出去将意味着什么。”
在妻子一摇一晃的帮助下他换上了黑色的衣服。
哈利想反驳，但是他的话却被杜史林家的儿子达德里长而响的饱嗝声盖住了。
“我还想再要点黛肉。”
“煎锅里还有，宝贝，”帕尤妮亚姨妈说道，朦胧的眼睛转向了她那高大的儿子。“我们有机会就得把你喂得饱饱的……学校的食物听起来就叫我讨厌……”
“废话，帕尤妮亚，当我还在史马丁的时候就从来没饿过，”维能姨丈兴奋地说道。“吃饱了，对不对，儿子？”
达德望朝着哈利咧嘴笑了笑，他那肥大的身体让他的屁股都垂出了椅子外面。
“把煎锅递过来。”
“你忘了说那个有魔力的字了。”哈利烦躁地说。
这句简单的话对家里其他人的影响却很出乎意料：随着一下碰撞声，达德里喘着气从椅子上摔了下来，震动了整个厨房；杜史林太太用手捂住嘴巴小声地尖叫了一下；杜史林先生则跳了起来，可以清晰地看见他太阳穴上的血管不断地颤动着。
“我是想说‘请’！”哈利急忙说。“我不是故意——”
“我告诉过你什么，‘他姨丈唾沫四溅、打雷般地叫道，”关于在我问家里不能说那带魔字的话？”
“可是我——”
“你竟敢威胁达德里！”维能姨丈愤怒地用拳头捶打着桌面吼道。
“我只是——”
“我警告你！在这所房子里面我是不会容忍你那超能力的！”
哈利的目光从他那涨红脸的姨丈移到他脸色苍白的姨妈那儿，她正试着扶起达德里。
“好的，”哈利，“我知道了……”
维能姨丈像头犀牛般喘着粗气重新坐了下来，并且用他那小而锐利的眼睛余光紧紧地瞥着哈利。
自从哈利回家度暑假以来，维能姨丈就把他当作是一个随时都会引爆的炸弹，因为哈利并不是一个普通的男孩。事实上，他并非一般的不普通。
哈利坡特是一个巫士——一个在霍格瓦彻魔法学校刚念完一年级的小巫士。其实要是杜史林家不高兴地回来度假，对他来说也并没什么。
他非常怀念霍格瓦沏，就像得了长期胃疼那样。他怀念那城堡，里面的神秘通道和幽灵，他的课程（尽管可能是药剂教授史纳皮教的），猫头鹰送来的信件，大厅里的筵席，睡在那塔楼宿舍里的四人床上，到紧挨着禁林的空地上的小屋去拜访禽猎看守人哈格力，尤其是在巫师界中最受欢迎的运动快迪斯球（六根高高的门柱，四个飞着的球和十四个骑着扫帚的球员）。
从哈利回家的那刻起，他所有的魔法书、魔杖、长袍、大锅和“灵光2000”扫帚统统被继能姨丈锁在楼梯下的壁橱里。如果哈利因为整个暑假没有练习而不能参加室内快迪斯球队，他们会在乎吗？如果哈利没有完成作业就回校，对杜史林家来说又能怎样呢？杜史林他们一家就是巫师所说的马格人，（在他们的血管中没有丝毫的神奇血统。）并且对他们而言，家里有一个巫师简直就是奇耻大辱。维能姨丈甚至把猫头鹰海维锁进了笼里面，防止它传信给巫术界的任何人。
哈利和这一家子一点也不像。维能姨丈是个身材高大、短脖子的人，留着浓密的黑色胡于；帕尤妮亚姨妈长着马脸并且瘦骨嶙峋；达德里则是一头金发，肤色粉红，胖胖的。相反，哈利个子矮小，眼睛亮绿，乌黑的头发老是乱糟糟的。他戴着圆框眼镜，并且扁平的前额上有一条细细的闪电状的疤痕。
就是这条疤痕使得哈利在巫师中显得异乎寻常。这条疤痕是哈利神秘过去的唯一线索，由于这缘故十一年前他被遗弃在杜史林家的阶梯上。
一岁的时候，哈利不知何故竟能从那时最厉害的神秘男巫师——一个让大多数男巫女巫们都谈之色变的名字——黑暗巫师福尔提摩特的诅咒中活下来。哈利的父母就是死于福尔得摩特的攻击下，而哈利却因为那条疤痕逃过一劫，并且不知道什么原因——也没人明白为什么——福尔得摩特的能量就在他要杀哈利的刹那间消失了。
于是哈利就由他死去的母亲的姐姐和她丈夫来抚养。他已经在杜史林家呆了十年，不知道为什么老是无意识地干些稀奇古怪的事情，对杜史林家编的关于那场夺去他双亲的车祸和让他留下伤疤的故事深信不疑。
后来，确切的说在一年前，霍格瓦彻写信给哈利，同时他的传奇故事也就开始了。哈利进了那所巫术学校，在那里他和他那条疤痕都很出名……但现在学年结束了，他回到了杜史林家过暑期，却像一只浑身发臭的狗那样被对待。
杜史林一家甚至不记得今天是哈利的十二岁生日。当然，他的期望并不高；他们从来没给过一份像样的礼物，更不用说蛋糕了一除了彻底地遗忘……
就在这时，维能姨丈郑重地清了清嗓子，说道：“现在，我们都很清楚。今天是个十分重要的日子。”
哈利抬起头，简直不敢相信自己的耳朵。
“今天将会是我一生当中做最大买卖的一天。”维能姨丈说道。
哈利重新低头吃他的烤面包。当然，他伤心地想道，维能姨丈又要讲他那愚蠢的晚宴了。他前晚已经讲得很仔细了。某位富有的建造商和他的太太将来吃晚饭，维能姨文指望从他那儿拿到巨额订单（维能姨丈的公司是制造钻孔机的）。
“我觉得我们该从头到尾再彩排一次，”维能姨丈说道。“我们要在八点钟各就各位。帕尤妮亚，你会在——？”
“在娱乐室里，”帕尤妮亚姨妈接着说，“优雅地静候他们的光临。”
“好，好。达德里呢？”
“我会等着开门。”达德里皮笑肉不笑地说道。“梅森先生和太太，我可以替你们拿外套吗？”
“他们会喜欢你的！”帕尤妮亚姨妈狂喜地叫道。
“好极了，达德里。”维能姨丈说道。然后轮到哈利。“你呢？”
“我会呆在房里，不弄出一点声音并且假装我根本不在那儿。”哈利低声说道。
“对极了！”维能姨丈恶狠狠地说道。“我会带他们到娱乐室，由帕尤妮亚给他们倒喝的。八点十五分——我会宣布晚餐开始。”
“你呢？”维能姨丈凶巴巴又一次地对哈利说道。
“我会呆在房里，不弄出一点声音并假装我根本不在那儿。”哈利闷闷不乐地答。
‘好。现在我们该想想晚饭时说些什么恭维话。帕尤妮亚，你说呢？”
“梅森先生，维能告诉我你是个出色的高尔夫球手……梅森太太，你一定得告诉我你的这袭礼服在哪买的……”
“好极了……达德里呢？”
“在学校我们写过一篇关于我们时代英雄的文章，我写的就是你，梅森先生。这个怎么样？”
听到这里，帕尤妮亚姨妈号哭起来并且紧紧地拥抱着儿子，而哈利却躲在桌底下偷笑。
“你呢？”维能姨丈再一次提醒哈利。
哈利在钻出桌底以前，努
“我会呆在房里，不弄出一点声音并且假装我根本不在那儿。”他说道。
“很好，”维能姨丈重重地说道。“梅森一家压根儿就不知道你，保持这样就行了。晚餐结束后，帕尤妮亚，你带梅森太太回到娱乐室里喝咖啡，我会围绕钻孔机展开话题的。走运的话，我们就会在十点钟新闻之前签好合同。明晚的这个时候我们就能在马加卡买套度假屋了……”哈利对此并不感到兴奋，即便在马加卡，他受的待遇不见得会比目前在普里怀特街的好多少。
“对了——我要到镇上一趟，给达德里和自己挑件礼服。而你，”
他向哈利吼道，“在你姨妈搞清洁的时候，你离她远点儿。”
哈利从后门离开了家。天气很好，阳光明媚。他越过草地，躺在花园的长椅上并低声地唱着，“祝我生日快乐……祝我生日快乐伤地盯着篱笆，议没感到如此的寂寞过。哈利想念他和最好的朋友罗恩。威斯里与荷米恩。格林住在霍格瓦彻的一切事物，还有打快迪斯球。虽然他们不见得也在想他。整个暑假他们都没给他写信，虽然罗恩曾邀请过哈利来和他小住。
哈利无数次想通过魔法打开海维的笼子，派它给罗恩和荷米恩送信，却觉得不值得冒这个险。未够年龄的巫师是不准在校外施展法术的。哈利没有把这事告诉杜史林一家；他懂得这是他们唯一害怕他的地方，要不是怕他会把他们变成甲虫，他们早就把他锁进楼下放魔杖和扫帚的壁橱里了。回来的头两个星期，哈利喜欢低声嘀咕些废话，看着达德里拖着他那肥胖的双腿飞快地往房间外冲。
但是罗恩和荷米恩长时间的毫无音信使哈利觉得与魔法界隔绝了，似乎罗恩和荷米恩忘了他的生日在今天。
女巫师或者巫士？他几乎会很高兴再见到他的老对手杰高。马尔夫，仅仅计他相信这一切并不是他的幻觉……
在霍格瓦彻的这一年都不是很有趣的。就在期末，他还正面迎击了福尔得摩特爵士本人。福尔得摩特可能已经大不如前了，但他仍旧很吓人，很狡诈，还企图重获能量。哈利第二次逃出了福尔得摩特的掌心，但是这次却很惊险，而且直到现在——数周以后，哈利夜里还会惊醒起来，毛衣都湿透了，猜疑着福尔得摩特现在会在哪儿，记着他那青紫色的脸和那双大而疯狂的眼睛……
突然哈利在长椅上闪电般地坐直。他出神地盯着篱笆——并且篱笆也盯着他。
两只巨大的绿眼睛从树叶中冒了出来。
哈利马上跳了起来，同时一阵嘲笑的声音从草地那边传了过来。
“我知道今天是什么日子。”达德里嚷道，并朝着他慢慢走来。
他的眼睛一眨一眨的。
“什么？”哈利目不转睛地说道。
“我知道今天是什么日子。”达德里来到他跟前重复道。
“很好，”哈利道。“这些天你终于有长进了。”
“今天是你的生日，”达德里讥讽道。“怎么，还没收到卡片吗？你的那些来自怪诞地方的朋友呢？”
“最好不要让你妈听到你谈论我那学校！”哈利冷冷地说道。
达德里拉了一下他那快要滑到屁股的裤子。
“为什么你一直盯着篱笆呢？”他疑惑地问。
“我在想什么会是使它烧起来的最佳咒语。”哈利道。
达德里马上往后踉跄了一下，脸色苍白。
“你不——不能——爸爸说过不许你施法——法术的——他说过他会把你扔出屋去的——而且你也没地方可去了——没有朋友会带你走——”你骗人！“哈利急躁地说道。”哈格斯，波格斯……天灵灵，地灵灵……”“哇——“达德里嚎陶大哭，一跌一撞地冲回屋子。”妈——妈！
他正在干那事，你知道的！“那一刻哈利觉得很开心。达德里和篱笆都没有丝毫的损伤，帕尤妮亚姨妈知道他不会真的施魔法的。当她用那滑腻腻的煎锅狠敲他的头时，他还是不得不低头。
随后她吩咐他干活，不干完就不许吃饭。
正当达德里懒洋洋地靠着沙发吃雪糕时，哈利却在擦窗，洗车，修剪草坪，修剪花床，剪除和灌溉玫瑰以及重漆花园里的长椅。太阳在头顶上晒着，灼烧着哈利的颈背。哈利知道他不应该欺负达德里的，但达德里说中了他心里的想法……可能他在霍格瓦彻真的没有朋友……
“真想现在就让他们见识一下著名的哈利。波特。”他边想着，边往花床上撒肥料，背部很是酸痛，汗水顺着他的脸流了下来。
晚上七点半，筋疲力尽的他终于听到帕尤妮亚姨妈叫他了。
“到这儿来！走在报纸上！别踏脏了地板！”
哈利高兴地走进程亮发光的厨房，在冰箱的顶上放着晚宴上的布丁：生奶油和紫罗兰糖花堆得高高的。一大块烤肉正在烘箱里滋滋作响。
“快吃！梅森一家就要来了！”帕卡妮亚姨妈指着餐桌上的两片面包和一小片奶酪，不耐烦地说。她已经穿上了一件嫩粉色的鸡尾晚礼服。
哈利洗完手，囫囵吞枣地咽下他糟糕的晚餐。他一吃完，帕尤妮亚姨妈就收起了他的碟于。“上楼去！赶快！”
经过客厅的门时，哈利瞥到维能姨丈和达德平戴着领结，也穿好了礼服。他才刚到楼上，门铃就响了，同时维能姨丈那兴奋的脸在楼梯底冒了出来。
“记住，哈利——不准出声……”
哈利踮着脚尖回到房间，闪进房里，关上门后虚脱般地倒在床上。
麻烦的是，已经有东西坐在了床上。
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dangling
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petunia
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misty
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sniffed
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