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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
"Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?"
"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.
"Did you see his scar?"
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He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley -- there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers.
Of finding more than treasure there.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there," said Griphook.
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.
Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.
" Great food, isn't it?" Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. "Get off, Scabbers! He's chewing my sheets."
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"
Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him.
Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Harry had to do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full of ordinary people. Could there really be piles of wizard gold buried miles beneath them? Were there really shops that sold spell books and broomsticks? Might this not all be some huge joke that the Dursleys had cooked up? If Harry hadn't known that the Dursleys had no sense of humor, he might have thought so; yet somehow, even though everything Hagrid had told him so far was unbelievable, Harry couldn't help trusting him.。