Audiobook - Young Adult - Jim Dale

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Listening Live represents Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Ruling Chapter one. The Boy Who Lived Mr and Mrs Does Lee of Number four Privet Drive. We're proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. 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, Mr Ders Lee was the director of a firm called Groening's, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Durzy was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in. Very useful is she spent so much of her time creating over garden fences spying on the neighbors. The dust has had a small son called Dudley, and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere. The dust is had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs Ders Lie's sister, but they hadn't met for several years. In fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister because her sister and her good for nothing husband, whereas under XLII ish as it was possible to be the does this shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the part has arrived in the street. The does Liz knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away. They didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. When Mr Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull grey Tuesday, our story starts. There was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things which should be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley Hum does. He picked out his most boring tie for work on Mrs. Leslie gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large tourney. Our flatter past the window