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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
The
hottest
day
of
the
summer
so
far
was
drawing
to
a
close
and
a
drowsy
silence
lay
over
the
large
,
square
houses
of
Privet
Drive
.
Cars
that
were
usually
gleaming
stood
dusty
in
their
drives
and
lawns
that
were
once
emerald
green
lay
parched
and
yellowing
--
for
the
use
of
hosepipes
had
been
banned
due
to
drought
.
Deprived
of
their
usual
car-washing
and
lawn-mowing
pursuits
,
the
inhabitants
of
Privet
Drive
had
retreated
into
the
shade
of
their
cool
houses
,
windows
thrown
wide
in
the
hope
of
tempting
in
a
nonexistent
breeze
.
The
only
person
left
outdoors
was
a
teenage
boy
who
was
lying
flat
on
his
back
in
a
flowerbed
outside
number
four
.
He
was
a
skinny
,
black-haired
,
bespectacled
boy
who
had
the
pinched
,
slightly
unhealthy
look
of
someone
who
has
grown
a
lot
in
a
short
space
of
time
.
His
jeans
were
torn
and
dirty
,
his
T-shirt
baggy
and
faded
,
and
the
soles
of
his
trainers
were
peeling
away
from
the
uppers
.
Harry
Potter
's
appearance
did
not
endear
him
to
the
neighbours
,
who
were
the
sort
of
people
who
thought
scruffiness
ought
to
be
punishable
by
law
,
but
as
he
had
hidden
himself
behind
a
large
hydrangea
bush
this
evening
he
was
quite
invisible
to
passers-by
.
In
fact
,
the
only
way
he
would
be
spotted
was
if
his
Uncle
Vernon
or
Aunt
Petunia
stuck
their
heads
out
of
the
living-room
window
and
looked
straight
down
into
the
flowerbed
below
.
On
the
whole
,
Harry
thought
he
was
to
be
congratulated
on
his
idea
of
hiding
here
.
He
was
not
,
perhaps
,
very
comfortable
lying
on
the
hot
,
hard
earth
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
nobody
was
glaring
at
him
,
grinding
their
teeth
so
loudly
that
he
could
not
hear
the
news
,
or
shooting
nasty
questions
at
him
,
as
had
happened
every
time
he
had
tried
sitting
down
in
the
living
room
to
watch
television
with
his
aunt
and
uncle
.
Almost
as
though
this
thought
had
fluttered
through
the
open
window
,
Vernon
Dursley
,
Harry
's
uncle
,
suddenly
spoke
.
'
Glad
to
see
the
boy
's
stopped
trying
to
butt
in
.
Where
is
he
,
anyway
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
Aunt
Petunia
,
unconcerned
.
'N
ot
in
the
house
.
'
Uncle
Vernon
grunted
.
'
Watching
the
news
...
'
he
said
scathingly
.
'
I
'd
like
to
know
what
he
's
really
up
to
.
As
if
a
normal
boy
cares
what
's
on
the
news
--
Dudley
has
n't
got
a
clue
what
's
going
on
;
doubt
he
knows
who
the
Prime
Minister
is
!
Anyway
,
it
's
not
as
if
there
'd
be
anything
about
his
lot
on
our
news
--
'
'Ve
rnon
,
shh
!
'
said
Aunt
Petunia
.
'
The
window
's
open
!
'
'
Oh
--
yes
--
sorry
,
dear
.
'
