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Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar – a cat reading a map.
This man’s name was Albus Dumbledore.
‘Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.’
‘My dear Professor, I’ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.’ ‘You’d be stiff if you’d been sitting on a brick wall all day,’ said Professor McGonagall.
‘We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?’ ‘A what?’ ‘A sherbet lemon. They’re a kind of Muggle sweet I’m rather fond of.’
She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
‘Hagrid’s bringing him.’ ‘You think it – wise – to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?’ ‘I would trust Hagrid with my life,’ said Dumbledore.
‘Young Sirius Black lent it me. I’ve got him, sir.’
‘To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!’
Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
Mr H. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter ‘H’.
‘Daddy’s gone mad, hasn’t he?’ Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon.
‘You are breaking and entering!’ ‘Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,’
He reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon’s hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.’
‘Harry – yer a wizard.’
‘A Muggle,’ said Hagrid. ‘It’s what we call non-magic folk like them.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
‘Welcome,’ said Hagrid, ‘to Diagon Alley.’
‘How often do you check to see if anyone’s inside?’ Harry asked. ‘About once every ten years,’ said Griphook, with a rather nasty grin.
‘I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother – why, its brother gave you that scar.’ Harry swallowed.
Hagrid leant across the table. Behind the wild beard and eyebrows he wore a very kind smile.
Harry kept to his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig,
He cleared his throat to let them know he was there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room.
