Stay away from the magical world that Harry was the thing he hated more than any other. More than Professor Snape and perhaps even Draco Malfoy. Too little of that pair letters from Ron and Hermione received five days before, re-read to learn them by heart. What was supposed to be his home was his prison instead. Fell downstairs only for meals was not in contact with his uncles and was better for everyone.
time, in the former bedroom of his cousin never spoke. Jobseekers study, counting the days that separated him from returning to school, and looking out the window. Anxiously await his owl, but what stuck to the windowsill, a few days ago, were the frequent visits of a very dark and shaggy-haired dog, who often wandered near the driveway of number four, Privet Drive. It happened that stopped just below the window Harry, as if waiting for something or someone. Certainly a hassle to Uncle Vernon. - I'll call the dog catcher! These stray must go! I do not want fleas in my garden! - Rant was that evening, returning from work, covering the voice of the ad in tivvù who read the news of an escape of a dangerous criminal ...
The dog returned about midnight. Harry had dozed off on the windowsill. There was not a cloud in the sky, and glided back to Hedwig was the only speck in the blue blanket dotted with stars. Harry perched on the arm, waking him. - Here, at last - Harry exclaimed. - No letter, eh? - Then said, disappointed. Hedwig's pecked the back of a friendly hand as if to cheer him up. Offering water to the owl and some hard biscuit, Harry noticed the dog. He was back there in the street to look at it, still. But after a little 'something startled him. He began to growl in the direction of the front door, while a trail of footsteps Uncle Vernon (in a hideous robe) was trying to chase the dog, waving his arms like a fool - Come, get out of here! Go! Go!
The dog disappeared, and Uncle Vernon (muttering and cursing) went into the house. The animal did not reappear in the driveway, but stood looking toward the window of Harry until dawn, hidden in a bush in front of the house. Two large and piercing yellow eyes ...
time, in the former bedroom of his cousin never spoke. Jobseekers study, counting the days that separated him from returning to school, and looking out the window. Anxiously await his owl, but what stuck to the windowsill, a few days ago, were the frequent visits of a very dark and shaggy-haired dog, who often wandered near the driveway of number four, Privet Drive. It happened that stopped just below the window Harry, as if waiting for something or someone. Certainly a hassle to Uncle Vernon. - I'll call the dog catcher! These stray must go! I do not want fleas in my garden! - Rant was that evening, returning from work, covering the voice of the ad in tivvù who read the news of an escape of a dangerous criminal ...
The dog returned about midnight. Harry had dozed off on the windowsill. There was not a cloud in the sky, and glided back to Hedwig was the only speck in the blue blanket dotted with stars. Harry perched on the arm, waking him. - Here, at last - Harry exclaimed. - No letter, eh? - Then said, disappointed. Hedwig's pecked the back of a friendly hand as if to cheer him up. Offering water to the owl and some hard biscuit, Harry noticed the dog. He was back there in the street to look at it, still. But after a little 'something startled him. He began to growl in the direction of the front door, while a trail of footsteps Uncle Vernon (in a hideous robe) was trying to chase the dog, waving his arms like a fool - Come, get out of here! Go! Go!
The dog disappeared, and Uncle Vernon (muttering and cursing) went into the house. The animal did not reappear in the driveway, but stood looking toward the window of Harry until dawn, hidden in a bush in front of the house. Two large and piercing yellow eyes ...
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