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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. 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. don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in
the house.'  Uncle Vernon grunted. 'Glad to see the boy's stopped
trying to bum in. Where is he, anyway?'  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.
don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.'  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 scruffi-ness ought
to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large
hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to pbumers-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. 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 scruffi-ness ought to be punishable by law, but as
he had hidden himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he
was quite invisible to pbumers-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. 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 scruffi-ness ought
to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large
hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to pbumers-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.