Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone: Chapter 3
Dudley with something called a Smelting stick? That's as dangerous as Vernon and Petunia being parents. Parliament should pass a law.
The image that Dudley brings to mind is that rotund kid who wins a trip to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory and falls into the river of chocolate. Same shape, same obnoxious attitude, same penchant for whining, same mean streak and same appetite. I truly hope the Dursleys fade from the plot lines sooner than later. Don't know how much of them I can take. I say give Harry the stick and the license to use it. He would probably be more accurate with it than a wand at this point.
And let Harry read his letter for crying out loud. There is no justice in the home of Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
But someone's at the door. Maybe Harry will get some help.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone: Chapter 4
A gentle giant ter the rescue, an' just in time. Not only fer Harry, but fer me as well. Just when I was startin' ter get impatient about what this was all about, Hagrid filled in some missin' pieces.
He looks scary, but if he's on yer side I imagine there's nothin' ter be scared o'. This guy was definitely never a cat, yeh can be sure o' that.
I have the feelin' that Hagrid is going to help Harry out o' more 'an one scrape this summer. Every aspirin' wizard needs a little muscle once in a while.
Glad Harry fin'lly got ter read his letter. Hogwarts, eh. Sounds like an interestin' place.
I'm wonderin' if Voldemort's last name is Dursley an' if he used ter be a cat.
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