Harry Potter - British Child Boy Adults
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (England - South East - Oxford, Sussex) British (General)Transcript
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Chapter one. The worst birthday. 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, hooting noise from his nephew. Harry's room fared time This week, he roared across the table. If you can't control that owl, 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 two, I look stupid, Snarr Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy moustache. I know what will happen if that ours let out. He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia Harry, trying to argue back with his words, were drowned by a long, loud belt from the Dursley son, Dudley. I want more Bracken. There's more in the frying pan sweetens, said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. We must build you up while we've got the jobs. I don't like the sound of that school food God. Since Petunia, I never went hungry when I was it's melting, said Uncle Vernon heartily Dudley gets enough, don't you, son? Dudley, who was so large is bottom dropped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry passed a frying pan. You forgot the magic word, said Harry irritably. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible. Dudley gasped 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, veins from being in his temples. I meant please said Harry, quickly. I didn't mean what have I told you? Funded his uncle spraying spit over the table about saying the M word in our house. But I How dare you friends and Dudley brought 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 face 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 rhinoceros 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.