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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
By J.K. Rowling
CHAPTER ONE
The Worst Birthday
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.
Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise
from his nephew Harry’s room.
“Third time this week!” he roared across the table. “If you can’t control that owl, it’ll have to
go!”
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
“She’s bored,” he said. “She’s used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night -”
“Do I look stupid?” snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.
“I know what’ll happen if that owl’s let out.”
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.
Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys’
son, Dudley.
“I want more bacon.”
“There’s more in the frying pan, sweetums,” said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her
massive son. “We must build you up while we’ve got the chance… I don’t like the sound of that
school food…”
“Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings,” said Uncle Vernon heartily.
“Dudley gets enough, don’t you, son?”
Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and
turned to Harry.
“Pass the frying pan.”
“You’ve forgotten the magic word,” said Harry irritably.
The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and
fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream
and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his
temples.
“I meant ‘please’!” said Harry quickly. “I didn’t mean —”
“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU,” thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, “ABOUT
SAYING THE ‘M’ WORD IN OUR HOUSE?”
“But I —”
“HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!” roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his
fist.
“I just —”
“I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE...