Bored. So bored. The Quick-Quotes Quill had never been this bored in its long and fruitful life. But there was nothing to do. Rita Skeeter had always depended on it to enliven all of her interviews, but her current assignment appeared to have nothing to do with interviewing at all. Instead, she was spending more and more time as an insect, buzzing busily about by day and locking herself in her study at night. Without her bag.
Gone were the days when the Quill shuddered in fear of being found out or, worse, worn out. Now, it simply hoped for the sound of... oh, could it be?
YES! It was! Quickly the quill flipped open its latest notebook, uncapped the inkwell, dipped, and began to write.
The thirsty family of number four, Privet Drive, was the reason that hairy never enjoyed your summer holidays. Uncle Vernon, and petunia, and their son Dudley, we're Harry's only living relative. They were Michael's, and they had very medieval of the attitude toward Magic. Harry's dead parents, who have been a witch and wizard themselves, we're never mentioned under the Dursley's roof. For years, and between you and uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept areas down trodden as possible, they will be able to squash the magic out of him. To the fury, they have been unsuccessful. These days they lived in terror of anyone find out that Harriet spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The most they could do, however, was to luck with hairy spell books, wind, culture, and broom stick at the start of the summer break, and for bid him to talk to the neighbors.
The separation from his books have been a real problem for Harry, because his teachers at Hogwarts of giving him a lot of holiday work. One of the essays, particularly nasty one about shrinking potion, was for his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, he will be delighted to have an excuse to give her a detention for a month. How are you Heather for assistance chance in the first week of the holidays. Well uncle Vernon, and petunia, and deadly have gone out into the front garden to admire uncle Vernon's new company car parentheses in very loud voices, so that the rest of the street with notice it to and parentheses, how are you equip downstairs, pick a lock on the cupboard under the stairs, grab some of his books, and hidden them in his bedroom. As long as he didn't leave spots of ink on the sheets, the Dursley never know that he was studying magic by night.
How are you is particularly keen to avoid trouble with his aunt and uncle at the moment, as they were already in especially bad mood with him, I'll because he received a telephone call from a fellow visit one we come to the school vacation.
Ron Weasley, who is one of his best friends at Hogwarts, came from a whole family of wizards. That's this month that he knew a lot of things he didn't, but I've never used a telephone before. Most and luckily, it has been uncle Vernon who would answer the call.
"Vernon Dursley speaking."
Hairy, who happened to be in the room at the time, frozen as he heard ron's voice answer.
"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I.E. - WANT - TWO - TOP - TWO - HAIRY - POTTER!"
Ron was yelling so loudly that uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver for away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of them and God-fearing alarm.
"WHO IS THIS?" He board in the direction of the mouthpiece. "WHO ARE YOU?"
"RON - WEASLEY!" Ron bellowed back, as though he and uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football field. "I'M - A - FRIEND - OF - HARRIS - FROM - SCHOOL -"
I'm covered in small ice with a drowned hairy, who was routed to the spot.
"THERE IS NO HAIRY POTTER HEAR!" He Road, now holding the receiver at arms length, as the frightened it might explode. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTRACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!"
Andy threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider.
The fight that followed have been one of the worst ever.
"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE - PEOPLE LIKE YOU" Uncle Vernon headboard, spring harry was bit.
Ron obviously realized he gotten her into trouble, because he hadn't called again. He's not a best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadn't been in touch either. He suspected that ron had warned her money not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch and Harry's here, had Michael parents, New perfectly well how to use a telephone, and we probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts.
So Harriet had no word from any of his visiting friends for five long weeks, in the summer was turning out to be almost as bad as the last one. It was just one very small improvement Dash after swearing with you wouldn't use her to send letters to any of his friends, hurry up in allowed to let Hazel, Hedwig, out at night. Uncle Vernon had given him because of the racket head up made if she was locked in her cage all the time.
Have you finished writing about Wendell in the weird and pause to listen again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of his enormous cousin, Dudley. It must be very late, hairy thought. His eyes were itching with tiredness perhaps he finish the essay tomorrow night....
Tiredness. Now there was something the Quill thoroughly understood. It stretched its feather from point to tip, and then let the down droop lazily as it shut the notebook once more. Surely there would be something substantial to do tomorrow, wouldn't there?
Wouldn't there?