Harry Potter And the Sorcerer’s Stone-（38） without, morning, everyone, anything, breakfast

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books. They were the only things in the room that looked as
though they’d never been touched.

From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his
mother, “I don’t want him in there . . . I need that room . . . make
him get out. . . .”

Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he’d have
given anything to be up here. Today he’d rather be back in his cupboard
with that letter than up here without it.

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was
in shock. He’d screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting
stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise
through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn’t have his room
back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly
wishing he’d opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt
Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.

When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying
to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him
banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall.

Then he shouted, “There’s another one! ‘Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest
Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive —’ ”

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran
down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle
Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was
made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon
around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting,
in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon
straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry’s letter clutched in
his hand.

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bawling:放声痛哭

kobe

那个books 是接上面的吧？

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回复 3# kobe


   so right