They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about thePotters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t metfor several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have asister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were asunDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered tothink what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in thestreet. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, butthey had never even seen him. This boy was another good reasonfor keeping the Potters away; they didn’t want Dudley mixing witha child like that.When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesdayour story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside tosuggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happeningall over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out hismost boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happilyas she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past thewindow.At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, peckedMrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye butmissed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwinghis cereal at the walls. “Little tyke,” chortled Mr. Dursley as he leftthe house. He got into his car and backed out of number four’sdrive.It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign ofmột cái gì đó đặc biệt-một con mèo đọc bản đồ. Cho một thứ hai, ông.Dursley đã không nhận ra những gì ông đã thấy — sau đó ông jerked đầuxung quanh để xem xét lại. Đã có một con mèo tabby đứng trên góc CẬU BÉ ĐÃ SỐNG 3 của Privet Drive, nhưng đó không phải là một bản đồ trong tầm nhìn.
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