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Harry Potter And the Sorcerer’s Stone-(24)
 
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way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle 
hadn’t been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before 
they’d left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. 
 
“I’m warning you,” he had said, putting his large purple face 
right up close to Harry’s, “I’m warning you now, boy — any funny 
business, anything at all — and you’ll be in that cupboard from 
now until Christmas.” 
 
I’m not going to do anything,” said Harry, “honestly . . .” 
 
But Uncle Vernon didn’t believe him. No one ever did. 
 
The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry 
and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn’t make them 
happen. 
 
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers 
looking as though he hadn’t been at all, had taken a pair of 
kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except 
for his bangs, which she left “to hide that horrible scar.” Dudley 
had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night 
imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for 
his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had 
gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia 
had sheared it off. He had been given a week in his cupboard 
for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn’t explain 
how it had grown back so quickly. 
 
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a 
revolting old sweater of Dudley’s (brown with orange puff balls). 
 
The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed 
to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but 
certainly wouldn’t fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must |   
 
 
                    
                     
 
 
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