Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone.
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Chapter one. The boy who lived Mr and mrs Tilsley of # four private drive for proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much. They were the last people you would expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr Does lee was the director of a foam called Groening's which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large most age. Mrs Does lee was thin and blonde and had very nearly and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The door sleeves had a small son called doodly and in their opinion there was no final boy anywhere. Those leaves had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret. And the greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone find out about the bottles. Mrs bottle was mrs to Leslie's sister, but they hadn't met for several years. In fact, Mrs does lee pretended she didn't have a sister because her sister and her good for nothing husband were as on those slaves as it was possible to be, that those lease shadowed to think what the neighbors would say if the porters arrived in the street that does Liz knew that the porters had a small son too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the porters away. They didn't want doodly mixing with a child like that. When Mr and mrs Teasley woke up on the dull, great Tuesday. Our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious thing would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Daschle Hammond as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs Daschle gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming doodly into his high chair. None of them noticed a large Tony all flutter past the window at half past eight. Mr Daschle pegged up his briefcase, begged Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kill stupidly goodbye, but missed because julie was now having a tantrum of throwing his cereal at the walls, little tyke totaled Mr Daschle. As he left the house he got into his car and bagged out of number four strive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar. A kit, reading a map for us again. Mr Dulce lee didn't realize what he had seen. Then he jogged his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of private drive, but there wasn't a map in the site. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of light. Mr Dursley blank and stared at the cat. It stared back as mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road. He watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said private drive. Now looking at the sign, Cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr Daschle gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind as he drove toward town. He thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day okay.