The Chamber of Secrets Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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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. Hurries room Third time this week, he roared across the table. If you can't control that owl, it will have to go hurry 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? Snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy moustache. I know what will happen if the Owls let out. He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back, but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the dirty son, Dudley. I want more bacon. There's more in the frying pan, Sweetums, said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. We must feed 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 smell things, said Uncle Vernon heartily. Did he gets enough don't you, son? Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to hurry past the frying pan. You've forgotten 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 crush that shook the whole kitchen. Mrs does. He gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth. Mr. Does he jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples. I meant please said Harry, quickly. I didn't mean What have I told you? Thunder, his uncle spraying spit over the table about saying the n word in our house. But I How dare you threaten Dudley Rod? 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 hurry. All right,
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Narrator, Angry, Comforting, Humorous, Narrator, Playful, Softspoken, Youthful, Relaxed, British (General)