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Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban
Harry
Potter
was
a
highly
unusual
boy
in
many
ways
.
For
one
thing
,
he
hated
the
summer
holidays
more
than
any
other
time
of
year
.
For
another
,
he
really
wanted
to
do
his
homework
but
was
forced
to
do
it
in
secret
,
in
the
dead
of
night
.
And
he
also
happened
to
be
a
wizard
.
It
was
nearly
midnight
,
and
he
was
lying
on
his
stomach
in
bed
,
the
blankets
drawn
right
over
his
head
like
a
tent
,
a
flashlight
in
one
hand
and
a
large
leather-bound
book
(
A
History
of
Magic
by
Bathilda
Bagshot
)
propped
open
against
the
pillow
.
Harry
moved
the
tip
of
his
eagle-feather
quill
down
the
page
,
frowning
as
he
looked
for
something
that
would
help
him
write
his
essay
,
'
Witch
Burning
in
the
Fourteenth
Century
Was
Completely
Pointless
--
discuss
.
'
The
quill
paused
at
the
top
of
a
likely
looking
paragraph
.
Harry
pushed
his
round
glasses
up
the
bridge
of
his
nose
,
moved
his
flashlight
closer
to
the
book
,
and
read
:
Non-magic
people
(
more
commonly
known
as
Muggles
)
were
particularly
afraid
of
magic
in
medieval
times
,
but
not
very
good
at
recognizing
it
.
On
the
rare
occasion
that
they
did
catch
a
real
witch
or
wizard
,
burning
had
no
effect
whatsoever
.
The
witch
or
wizard
would
perform
a
basic
Flame-Freezing
Charm
and
then
pretend
to
shriek
with
pain
while
enjoying
a
gentle
,
tickling
sensation
.
Indeed
,
Wendelin
the
Weird
enjoyed
being
burned
so
much
that
she
allowed
herself
to
be
caught
no
less
than
forty-seven
times
in
various
disguises
.
Harry
put
his
quill
between
his
teeth
and
reached
underneath
his
pillow
for
his
inkbottle
and
a
roll
of
parchment
.
Slowly
and
very
carefully
he
unscrewed
the
ink
bottle
,
dipped
his
quill
into
it
,
and
began
to
write
,
pausing
every
now
and
then
to
listen
,
because
if
any
of
the
Dursleys
heard
the
scratching
of
his
quill
on
their
way
to
the
bathroom
,
he
'd
probably
find
himself
locked
in
the
cupboard
under
the
stairs
for
the
rest
of
the
summer
.
The
Dursley
family
of
Number
Four
,
Privet
Drive
,
was
the
reason
that
Harry
never
enjoyed
his
summer
holidays
.
Uncle
Vernon
,
Aunt
Petunia
,
and
their
son
,
Dudley
,
were
Harry
's
only
living
relatives
.
They
were
Muggles
,
and
they
had
a
very
medieval
attitude
toward
magic
.
Harry
's
dead
parents
,
who
had
been
a
witch
and
wizard
themselves
,
were
never
mentioned
under
the
Dursleys
'
roof
.
For
years
,
Aunt
Petunia
and
Uncle
Vernon
had
hoped
that
if
they
kept
Harry
as
downtrodden
as
possible
,
they
would
be
able
to
squash
the
magic
out
of
him
.
To
their
fury
,
they
had
not
been
unsuccessful
.
These
days
they
lived
in
terror
of
anyone
finding
out
that
Harry
had
spent
most
of
the
last
two
years
at
Hogwarts
School
of
Witchcraft
and
Wizardry
.
The
most
they
could
do
,
however
,
was
to
lock
away
Harry
's
spell
books
,
wand
,
cauldron
,
and
broomstick
at
the
start
of
the
summer
break
,
and
forbid
him
to
talk
to
the
neighbors
.
This
separation
from
his
spell
books
had
been
a
real
problem
for
Harry
,
because
his
teachers
at
Hogwarts
had
given
him
a
lot
of
holiday
work
.
One
of
the
essays
,
a
particularly
nasty
one
about
shrinking
potions
,
was
for
Harry
's
least
favorite
teacher
,
Professor
Snape
,
who
would
be
delighted
to
have
an
excuse
to
give
Harry
detention
for
a
month
.
Harry
had
therefore
seized
his
chance
in
the
first
week
of
the
holidays
.
While
Uncle
Vernon
,
Aunt
Petunia
,
and
Dudley
had
gone
out
into
the
front
garden
to
admire
Uncle
Vernon
's
new
company
car
(
in
very
loud
voices
,
so
that
the
rest
of
the
street
would
notice
it
too
)
,
Harry
had
crept
downstairs
,
picked
the
lock
on
the
cupboard
under
the
stairs
,
grabbed
some
of
his
books
,
and
hidden
them
in
his
bedroom
.
As
long
as
he
did
n't
leave
spots
of
ink
on
the
sheets
,
the
Dursleys
need
never
know
that
he
was
studying
magic
by
night
.
Harry
was
particularly
keen
to
avoid
trouble
with
his
aunt
and
uncle
at
the
moment
,
as
they
were
already
in
an
especially
bad
mood
with
him
,
all
because
he
'd
received
a
telephone
call
from
a
fellow
wizard
one
week
into
the
school
vacation
.
