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| This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. | |
| It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street. | |
| He had hands the size of dustbin lids. | |
| It looked as though Dudley had got the new computer he wanted. | |
| He was almost bald except for his fringe. | |
| He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beetroot with a moustache. | |
| 'Get the post, Dudley,' said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. | |
| 'No post on Sundays,' he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers. | |
| Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a packet of crisps each and four bananas. | |
| 'I can, you know, do maths and stuff.' | |
| ...bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, mint humbugs, teabags... | |
| Hagrid...gave the notes to Harry so he could buy their tickets. | |
| They acted as though any chair with Harry in it was empty. | |
| 'Anything off the trolley, dears?' | |
| He had never had any money for sweets with the Dursleys. | |
| 'I've just been up to the front to ask the driver and he says we're nearly there.' | |
| ...trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding... | |
| 'Great Uncle Algie came round for tea and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles' | |
| And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the lessons themselves. | |
| After making a lot of complicated notes... | |
| Within seconds, the whole class were standing on their stools. | |
| Harry made a sharp about turn and held the broom steady. | |
| Ron was in a very bad temper by the end of the class. | |
| 'This isn't football, Dean,' Ron reminded him. | |
| ...no less than twelve towering Christmas trees... | |
| 'I think I know who that one's from,' said Ron, going a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. | |
| It looked like a disused classroom. | |
| It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did. | |
| There was no way that Snape would dare to try and hurt him if Dumbledore was watching. | |
| There was no point beating about the bush. | |
| 'I thought we'd be writing lines or something,' | |
| Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed him for a joke. | |
| They joined the crowds flocking out into the sunny grounds. | |
| 'No more revision,' Ron sighed happily. | |
| 'And Gryffindor really can't afford to lose any more points, can they?' | |
| 'Humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.' | |
| Madam Pomfrey, the matron, was a nice woman, but very strict. | |
| They had drawn for the house cup. | |
| This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. | |
| It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street. | |
| He had hands the size of dustbin lids. | |
| It looked as though Dudley had got the new computer he wanted. | |
| He was almost bald except for his fringe. | |
| He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beetroot with a moustache. | |
| 'Get the post, Dudley,' said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. | |
| 'No post on Sundays,' he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers. | |
| Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a packet of crisps each and four bananas. | |
| 'I can, you know, do maths and stuff.' | |
| ...bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, mint humbugs, teabags... | |
| Hagrid...gave the notes to Harry so he could buy their tickets. | |
| They acted as though any chair with Harry in it was empty. | |
| 'Anything off the trolley, dears?' | |
| He had never had any money for sweets with the Dursleys. | |
| 'I've just been up to the front to ask the driver and he says we're nearly there.' | |
| ...trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding... | |
| 'Great Uncle Algie came round for tea and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles' | |
| And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the lessons themselves. | |
| After making a lot of complicated notes... | |
| Within seconds, the whole class were standing on their stools. | |
| Harry made a sharp about turn and held the broom steady. | |
| Ron was in a very bad temper by the end of the class. | |
| 'This isn't football, Dean,' Ron reminded him. | |
| ...no less than twelve towering Christmas trees... | |
| 'I think I know who that one's from,' said Ron, going a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. | |
| It looked like a disused classroom. | |
| It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did. | |
| There was no way that Snape would dare to try and hurt him if Dumbledore was watching. | |
| There was no point beating about the bush. | |
| 'I thought we'd be writing lines or something,' | |
| Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed him for a joke. | |
| They joined the crowds flocking out into the sunny grounds. | |
| 'No more revision,' Ron sighed happily. | |
| 'And Gryffindor really can't afford to lose any more points, can they?' | |
| 'Humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.' | |
| Madam Pomfrey, the matron, was a nice woman, but very strict. | |
| They had drawn for the house cup. | |
