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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Privet Drive is proud of himself claim to be fully normal, but thank you very much. Are at last from niekto who expected to betangled in voľačoho special or mysterious, because such a thing considered simply as be excluded.

Mr. Dursley was the director of Vrtamex, which made drills. It was a big, fat man with almost np neck, but with a huge mustache. Mrs. Dursley was again poor, blonde with a neck twice as long as usual, what was in her case tremendously practical - a large part of their free time in fact spent by him craning over garden fence and spy on neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son, which were believe that this is the coolest guy in the world.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but also had one terrible secret and were afraid to disclose. Assumption that there issomeone out about the Potters, probably would not survive. lady Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister , but both seen for several years, actually Mrs. Dursley was pretended that any sister does, because her sister with her team men were so -error nedursleyovskí the worse it could be even longer. Dursleys striasalo just thinking about what the neighbors would say if the Potters appeared in their street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters have a young son, However, it has never seen before. This guy was another reason why the Potters did not desire e ncounter did not want Dudley with the kid they socialized.

The Dursleys will one day wake up to the bleak, gray Tuesday, when initiating our story, but nothing indications that across the country will happen strange and mysterious things. Mr. Dursley just a tie to work his most boring tie and croon, while Mrs. Dursley cramming defending and screaming Dudley into baby chair and cheerfully at the štebotala.

Neither of them noticed a large, tan owl, who just flew forefront of their window.

About half past eight, Mr Dursley grabbed his briefcase, kissed on the cheek Mrs. Dursley attempted the same thing in Dudley, but missed, because Dudley had just seized a rage and began hitting the wall cereal. "Our little rascal," laughed Mr. Dursley as he left. He got into the car, and slowly backed away from the house number 4.

On a street corner you first noticed something strange - a cat that read the map. In the first time did not realize what they saw - sharply turned his head to look again. At the corner of Privet Drive stood tabby cat, but no trace around the map. What he 's ever occurred to um? It must have been an optical illusion. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. She stared at him. When branched towards his head , looked into the mirror. Cat you just read table named our streets - not looked at it, the cats did not read, or maps, or inscriptions. Mr. Dursley shook his head and cat forgotten. As we approach the city, thought to have nothing but the big order, which would one day like to receive.

but when going into town, drills drove out of his head again something else. As he stood in the usual morning traffic jam, he could not help but notice that the street walking strangely amount poobliekaných people. People in coats. Mr. Dursley hated poobliekaných crazy people - oh, those awful clothes in which today's young go ! It occurred to him that this again is not dajaký scored a fashion hit. Drummed her fingers over the steering wheel, and suddenly his eyes fell on the group very strange people close to him. Excitedly whispered something. Mr Dursley most outraged when he discovered that some of them are no longer the youngest, that one man, for example, is certainly older than him and wearing a emerald green cloak! That is not ashamed! But then Mr. Dursley occurred to that probably goes back on some nuts campaign - these people certainly collected money for something... yes, it will. The column was moved and came in a few minutes Mr. Dursley to the parking lot and head of Vrtamex again had only themselves drills.

Mr. Dursley sat in an office on the ninth floor always back to the window. if sitting face to the window, he would probably be in that day pretty big problems to focus only on drills. A as seen owls that flew in broad daylight around town, although people on the street saw them; they hovered over their heads one by one, they pointed a finger at them and watching them with an open mouth . Mr. Dursley survived quite normal morning without owls. scolded five people. He recalled some important phone calls and again someone scolded. had a good noon mood and you said a little stirs the legs, goes to the bakery to across the street and buy something to eat.

Quite forgotten individuals in the bodies, but suddenly a bit before the bakery again missed the group very strange people. He walked past them, cast an evil eye on them. He did not know why, but it zneisťovali . When they returned back along with a large paper cone bag, he heard a snippet of their conversation. " The Potters, indeed, I heard it...

Yes, their son, Harry ...

Mr. Dursley zdúpnel. Horror seized him. Looking back towards those people if they wanted to say something, but subsequently changed his mind.

He ran across the road, rushed to her office, the secretary shouted to him disturb , grabbed the phone . Once tapped home phone number, changed his mind. Hand, stroking a beard and wondering ...no, the message is stupid. Potter did There is no unusual name. Potter is certainly many of them, even those that have a son Harry. And actually did not know whether his nephew was called Harry. In life this guy seen. Cancalled Harvey . Or Harold . There is no reason to troubled Mrs. Dursley, at any mention of her sister was always very angry . Nor is it No wonder - if he had such a sister ...but still, those people in cloaks ...

Afternoon already knew the drill so well focused, and at five o'clock when based on building was so worried that crashed into Mr stationary at the entrance.

" Excuse me," grumbled when the old, poor man lost his balance and almost fell. Soon Mr Dursley noticed that the man is wearing a purple cloak. Absolutely not mind that somebody almost toppled to the ground. On the contrary, his face appeared širokánsky smile and squeaky voice, in which passers wonderingly obzerali, said: "You do not have apologize, my dear, today I did not solve the rate! Rejoice, You-Know - Who finally passed! Even Muggles like you should enjoy in this happy, overjoyed day!"

The old man hugged Mr. Dursley and walked away.

Mr. Dursley stood as transfixed. Embraced him quite a stranger. And I think he called Muggle, whatever that means anything. He was terrified of it. Hurriedly walked to the car and way home you insinuate that everything was probably just a figment of his imagination, which however, would never admit so far, because imagination itself never acknowledge.

When he turned on the access path to the house No. 4, the first thing he saw - and he truly mood not improved - was a cat that noticed in the morning. Now she was sitting on a garden parapet. was 'm sure it's her, had exactly the same speckles around the eyes.

"Shoo!" Chased after her, Mr Dursley.

The cat did not move. Just looked at him closely. Is this normal? Mr. Dursley wondered. While recovering, and then went into the house. Was still firmly resolved that his wife alludes not.

Mrs. Dursley lived a pretty nice, normal day. At dinner, talked about man the problems that Ms from neighbors with her daughter, also that Dudley had learned a new word ("Do"). Mr. Dursley he tried to behave normally. When Mrs. Dursley impose Dudley's sleep, went into the living room and caught the last message the evening TV newspaper: "Birdwatchers from across the country have reported to us that owls are now behaving most unusual. Although normally hunt at night and during the day they almost can not see, these birds was now seen from the east to the innumerable places like flying all directions . Scientists can not explain why the owls suddenly changed his life rythm." Moderator smiled . "The real mystery . And now I put the word Jim McGuffin and weather reports. Tonight we count on other Owl shower, Jim ?"

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