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[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Keep your 'airnet on!' said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. 'I'm going, I'm going!'</s> [INST] | 'Keep your 'airnet on!' said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. 'I'm going, I'm going!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> And with another loud crack, he vanished. 'I hope Dumbledore murders him!' said Mrs Figg furiously. 'Now come on, Harry, what are you waiting for?'</s> [INST] | And with another loud crack, he vanished. 'I hope Dumbledore murders him!' said Mrs Figg furiously. 'Now come on, Harry, what are you waiting for?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudley's bulk. He gave the semi-conscious Dudley a heave and staggered onwards. 'I'll take you to the door,' said Mrs Figg, as they turned into Privet Drive. 'Just in case there are more of them ar... | Harry decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudley's bulk. He gave the semi-conscious Dudley a heave and staggered onwards. 'I'll take you to the door,' said Mrs Figg, as they turned into Privet Drive. 'Just in case there are more of them around... oh my word, wha... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'So,' Harry panted, 'Dumbledore's... been having... me followed?'</s> [INST] | 'So,' Harry panted, 'Dumbledore's... been having... me followed?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Of course he has,' said Mrs Figg impatiently. 'Did you expect him to let you wander around on your own after what happened in June? Good Lord, boy, they told me you were intelligent... right... get inside and stay there,' she said, as they reached number four. 'I expect someone will be in touch ... | 'Of course he has,' said Mrs Figg impatiently. 'Did you expect him to let you wander around on your own after what happened in June? Good Lord, boy, they told me you were intelligent... right... get inside and stay there,' she said, as they reached number four. 'I expect someone will be in touch with you soon enough.'<... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'What are you going to do?' asked Harry quickly. 'I'm going straight home,' said Mrs Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. 'I'll need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Goodnight.'</s> [INST] | 'What are you going to do?' asked Harry quickly. 'I'm going straight home,' said Mrs Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. 'I'll need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Goodnight.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Hang on, don't go yet! I want to know - '</s> [INST] | 'Hang on, don't go yet! I want to know - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But Mrs Figg had already set off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking. 'Wait!' Harry shouted after her. He had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley... | But Mrs Figg had already set off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking. 'Wait!' Harry shouted after her. He had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley on his shoulder and ma... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time. Dudley swayed on the spot for a moment, his face pale green... then he opened his mouth and vomited all over the doormat. 'DIDDY! Diddy, what's the matter with you? Vernon? VERNON!'</s> [INST] | Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time. Dudley swayed on the spot for a moment, his face pale green... then he opened his mouth and vomited all over the doormat. 'DIDDY! Diddy, what's the matter with you? Vernon? VERNON!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry's uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus moustache blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. He hurried forwards to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick. 'He's ill, Vernon!'</... | Harry's uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus moustache blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. He hurried forwards to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick. 'He's ill, Vernon!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'What is it, son? What's happened7 Did Mrs Polkiss give you something foreign for tea?'</s> [INST] | 'What is it, son? What's happened7 Did Mrs Polkiss give you something foreign for tea?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Why are you all covered in dirt, darling? Have you been lying on the ground?'</s> [INST] | 'Why are you all covered in dirt, darling? Have you been lying on the ground?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Hang on - you haven't been mugged, have you, son?'</s> [INST] | 'Hang on - you haven't been mugged, have you, son?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Aunt Petunia screamed. 'Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the police! Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy! What did they do to you?'</s> [INST] | Aunt Petunia screamed. 'Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the police! Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy! What did they do to you?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> In all the kerfuffle nobody seemed to have noticed Harry, which suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside just before Uncle Vernon slammed the door and, while the Dursleys made their noisy progress down the hall towards the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly towards the stairs. ... | In all the kerfuffle nobody seemed to have noticed Harry, which suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside just before Uncle Vernon slammed the door and, while the Dursleys made their noisy progress down the hall towards the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly towards the stairs. 'Who did it, son? Give ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Shh! He's trying to say something, Vernon! What is it, Diddy? Tell Mummy!'</s> [INST] | 'Shh! He's trying to say something, Vernon! What is it, Diddy? Tell Mummy!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry's foot was on the bottom-most stair when Dudley found his voice. 'Him.'</s> [INST] | Harry's foot was on the bottom-most stair when Dudley found his voice. 'Him.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, braced for the explosion. 'BOY! COME HERE!'</s> [INST] | Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, braced for the explosion. 'BOY! COME HERE!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys. The scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he was still very green and clammy-l... | With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys. The scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he was still very green and clammy-looking. Uncle Vernon wa... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded. 'I didn't!' Harry said sharply, as Aunt Petunia let out a wail and Uncle Vernon raised his fists. 'I didn't do anything to him, it wasn't me, it was - '</s> [INST] | Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded. 'I didn't!' Harry said sharply, as Aunt Petunia let out a wail and Uncle Vernon raised his fists. 'I didn't do anything to him, it wasn't me, it was - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But at that precise moment a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window. Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernon's head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harry's feet, turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing t... | But at that precise moment a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window. Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernon's head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harry's feet, turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, t... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But Harry was already ripping open the envelope and pulling out the letter inside, his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple. Dear Mr Potter,</s> [INST] | But Harry was already ripping open the envelope and pulling out the letter inside, his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple. Dear Mr Potter,</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expu... | We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts Sch... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Yours sincerely,</s> [INST] | Yours sincerely,</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Mafalda Hopkirk</s> [INST] | Mafalda Hopkirk</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Improper Use of Magic Office</s> [INST] | Improper Use of Magic Office</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Ministry of Magic</s> [INST] | Ministry of Magic</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry read the letter through twice. He was only vaguely aware of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking. Inside his head, all was icy and numb. One fact had penetrated his consciousness like a paralysing dart. He was expelled from Hogwarts. It was all over. He was never going back. He looked ... | Harry read the letter through twice. He was only vaguely aware of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking. Inside his head, all was icy and numb. One fact had penetrated his consciousness like a paralysing dart. He was expelled from Hogwarts. It was all over. He was never going back. He looked up at the Dursleys. Unc... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Get out of the way,' said Harry quietly. 'You're going to stay here and explain how my son - '</s> [INST] | 'Get out of the way,' said Harry quietly. 'You're going to stay here and explain how my son - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'If you don't get out of the way I'm going to jinx you,' said Harry, raising the wand. 'You can't pull that one on me!' snarled Uncle Vernon. 'I know</s> [INST] | 'If you don't get out of the way I'm going to jinx you,' said Harry, raising the wand. 'You can't pull that one on me!' snarled Uncle Vernon. 'I know</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'You're not allowed to use it outside that madhouse you call a school!'</s> [INST] | 'You're not allowed to use it outside that madhouse you call a school!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> The madhouse has chucked me out,' said Harry. 'So I can do whatever I like. You've got three seconds. One - two - '</s> [INST] | The madhouse has chucked me out,' said Harry. 'So I can do whatever I like. You've got three seconds. One - two - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> A resounding CRACK filled the kitchen. Aunt Petunia screamed, Uncle Vernon yelled and ducked, but for the third time that night Harry was searching for the source of a disturbance he had not made. He spotted it at once: a dazed and ruffled-looking barn owl was sitting outside on the kitchen sill,... | A resounding CRACK filled the kitchen. Aunt Petunia screamed, Uncle Vernon yelled and ducked, but for the third time that night Harry was searching for the source of a disturbance he had not made. He spotted it at once: a dazed and ruffled-looking barn owl was sitting outside on the kitchen sill, having just collided w... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND. Arthur Weasley</s> [INST] | Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND. Arthur Weasley</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Dumbledore was trying to sort it all out... what did that mean? how much power did Dumbledore have to override the Ministry of Magic? Was there a chance that he might be allowed back to Hogwarts, then? A small shoot of hope burgeoned in Harry's chest, almost immediately strangled by panic - how w... | Dumbledore was trying to sort it all out... what did that mean? how much power did Dumbledore have to override the Ministry of Magic? Was there a chance that he might be allowed back to Hogwarts, then? A small shoot of hope burgeoned in Harry's chest, almost immediately strangled by panic - how was he supposed to refus... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> He flung himself down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley and Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared taken aback at his abrupt change of mind. Aunt Petunia glanced despairingly at Uncle Vernon. The vein in his purple temple was throbbing worse than ever. 'Who are all these ruddy owls from?' he... | He flung himself down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley and Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared taken aback at his abrupt change of mind. Aunt Petunia glanced despairingly at Uncle Vernon. The vein in his purple temple was throbbing worse than ever. 'Who are all these ruddy owls from?' he growled. 'The firs... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> When Harry did not respond, Uncle Vernon glared at him, then spat out, 'And why have you been expelled?'</s> [INST] | When Harry did not respond, Uncle Vernon glared at him, then spat out, 'And why have you been expelled?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Because I did magic.'</s> [INST] | 'Because I did magic.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'AHA!' roared Uncle Vernon, slamming his fist down on top of the fridge, which sprang open; several of Dudley's low-fat snacks toppled out and burst on the floor. 'So you admit it! What did you do to Dudley?'</s> [INST] | 'AHA!' roared Uncle Vernon, slamming his fist down on top of the fridge, which sprang open; several of Dudley's low-fat snacks toppled out and burst on the floor. 'So you admit it! What did you do to Dudley?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Nothing,' said Harry, slightly less calmly. That wasn't me - '</s> [INST] | 'Nothing,' said Harry, slightly less calmly. That wasn't me - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Was,' muttered Dudley unexpectedly, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia instantly made flapping gestures at Harry to quieten him while they both bent low over Dudley. 'Go on, son,' said Uncle Vernon, 'what did he do?'</s> [INST] | 'Was,' muttered Dudley unexpectedly, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia instantly made flapping gestures at Harry to quieten him while they both bent low over Dudley. 'Go on, son,' said Uncle Vernon, 'what did he do?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Tell us, darling,' whispered Aunt Petunia. 'Pointed his wand at me,' Dudley mumbled. 'Yeah, I did, but I didn't use -'Harry began angrily, but - '</s> [INST] | Tell us, darling,' whispered Aunt Petunia. 'Pointed his wand at me,' Dudley mumbled. 'Yeah, I did, but I didn't use -'Harry began angrily, but - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'SHUT UP!' roared Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia in unison. 'Go on, son,' repeated Uncle Vernon, moustache blowing about furiously. 'All went dark,' Dudley said hoarsely, shuddering 'Everything dark. And then I h-heard... things. Inside m-my head.'</s> [INST] | 'SHUT UP!' roared Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia in unison. 'Go on, son,' repeated Uncle Vernon, moustache blowing about furiously. 'All went dark,' Dudley said hoarsely, shuddering 'Everything dark. And then I h-heard... things. Inside m-my head.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged looks of utter horror. If their least favourite thing in the world was magic - closely followed by neighbours who cheated more than they did on the hosepipe ban - people who heard voices were definitely in the bottom ten. They obviously thought Dudley was l... | Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged looks of utter horror. If their least favourite thing in the world was magic - closely followed by neighbours who cheated more than they did on the hosepipe ban - people who heard voices were definitely in the bottom ten. They obviously thought Dudley was losing his mind. 'Wh... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood. Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you. 'Horrible,' croaked Dudley. 'Cold. Really cold.'</s> [INST] | He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood. Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you. 'Horrible,' croaked Dudley. 'Cold. Really cold.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'OK,' said Uncle Vernon, in a voice of forced calm, while Aunt Petunia laid an anxious hand on Dudley's forehead to feel his temperature. 'What happened then, Dudders?'</s> [INST] | 'OK,' said Uncle Vernon, in a voice of forced calm, while Aunt Petunia laid an anxious hand on Dudley's forehead to feel his temperature. 'What happened then, Dudders?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Felt... felt... felt... as if... as if...'</s> [INST] | 'Felt... felt... felt... as if... as if...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'As if you'd never be happy again,' Harry supplied dully. 'Yes,' Dudley whispered, still trembling. 'So!' said Uncle Vernon, voice restored to full and considerable volume as he straightened up. 'You put some crackpot spell on my on so he'd hear voices and believe he was - was doomed to m... | 'As if you'd never be happy again,' Harry supplied dully. 'Yes,' Dudley whispered, still trembling. 'So!' said Uncle Vernon, voice restored to full and considerable volume as he straightened up. 'You put some crackpot spell on my on so he'd hear voices and believe he was - was doomed to misery, or something, di... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'How many times do I have to tell you?' said Harry, temper and voice both rising. 'It wasn't me! It was a couple of Dementors!'</s> [INST] | 'How many times do I have to tell you?' said Harry, temper and voice both rising. 'It wasn't me! It was a couple of Dementors!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'A couple of - what's this codswallop?'</s> [INST] | 'A couple of - what's this codswallop?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'De - men - tors,' said Harry slowly and clearly. Two of them.'</s> [INST] | 'De - men - tors,' said Harry slowly and clearly. Two of them.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?'</s> [INST] | 'And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,' said Aunt Petunia. Two seconds of ringing silence followed these words before Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harry's brain reeled. Mrs Figg was one thin... | 'They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,' said Aunt Petunia. Two seconds of ringing silence followed these words before Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harry's brain reeled. Mrs Figg was one thing - but Aunt Petunia? ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Aunt Petunia nodded. Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was going to shout 'April Fool!' When nobody did, he opened his mouth yet again, but was spared the struggle to find more words by the arrival of the third owl of the evening. It zoomed through... | Aunt Petunia nodded. Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was going to shout 'April Fool!' When nobody did, he opened his mouth yet again, but was spared the struggle to find more words by the arrival of the third owl of the evening. It zoomed through the still-open window ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken. Following discussi... | Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken. Following discussions with the Headmaster... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Yours sincerely,</s> [INST] | Yours sincerely,</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Mafalda Hopkirk</s> [INST] | Mafalda Hopkirk</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Improper Use of Magic Office</s> [INST] | Improper Use of Magic Office</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Ministry of Magic</s> [INST] | Ministry of Magic</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry read this letter through three times in quick succession. The miserable knot in his chest loosened slightly with the relief of knowing he was not yet definitely expelled, though his fears were by no means banished. Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on the twelfth of August. 'Wel... | Harry read this letter through three times in quick succession. The miserable knot in his chest loosened slightly with the relief of knowing he was not yet definitely expelled, though his fears were by no means banished. Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on the twelfth of August. 'Well?' said Uncle Vernon, ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I suppose so.'</s> [INST] | 'I suppose so.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I won't give up hope, then,' said Uncle Vernon nastily. 'Well, if that's all,' said Harry, getting to his feet. 'NO, IT RUDDY WELL IS NOT ALL!' bellowed Uncle Vernon. 'SIT BACK DOWN!'</s> [INST] | 'I won't give up hope, then,' said Uncle Vernon nastily. 'Well, if that's all,' said Harry, getting to his feet. 'NO, IT RUDDY WELL IS NOT ALL!' bellowed Uncle Vernon. 'SIT BACK DOWN!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'What now?' said Harry impatiently. 'DUDLEY!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'I want to know exactly what happened to my son!'</s> [INST] | 'What now?' said Harry impatiently. 'DUDLEY!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'I want to know exactly what happened to my son!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'FINE!' yelled Harry, and in his temper, red and gold sparks shot out of the end of his wand, still clutched in his hand. All three Dursleys flinched, looking terrified. 'Dudley and I were in the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk,' said Harry, speaking fast, fighting to con... | 'FINE!' yelled Harry, and in his temper, red and gold sparks shot out of the end of his wand, still clutched in his hand. All three Dursleys flinched, looking terrified. 'Dudley and I were in the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk,' said Harry, speaking fast, fighting to control his temper. 'Dudle... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'But what ARE Dementoids?' asked Uncle Vernon furiously. 'What do they DO?'</s> [INST] | 'But what ARE Dementoids?' asked Uncle Vernon furiously. 'What do they DO?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I told you - they suck all the happiness out of you,' said Harry, 'and if they get the chance, they kiss you - '</s> [INST] | 'I told you - they suck all the happiness out of you,' said Harry, 'and if they get the chance, they kiss you - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Kiss you?' said Uncle Vernon, his eyes popping slightly. 'Kiss you?'</s> [INST] | 'Kiss you?' said Uncle Vernon, his eyes popping slightly. 'Kiss you?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'It's what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth.'</s> [INST] | 'It's what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Aunt Petunia uttered a soft scream. 'His soul? They didn't take - he's still got his - '</s> [INST] | Aunt Petunia uttered a soft scream. 'His soul? They didn't take - he's still got his - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> She seized Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, as though testing to see whether she could hear his soul rattling around inside hint. 'Of course they didn't get his soul, you'd know if they had,' said Harry, exasperated. 'Fought 'em off, did you, son?' said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the... | She seized Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, as though testing to see whether she could hear his soul rattling around inside hint. 'Of course they didn't get his soul, you'd know if they had,' said Harry, exasperated. 'Fought 'em off, did you, son?' said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man st... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'You can't give a Dementor the old one-two,' said Harry through clenched teeth. 'Why's he all right, then?' blustered Uncle Vernon. 'Why isn't e all empty, then?'</s> [INST] | 'You can't give a Dementor the old one-two,' said Harry through clenched teeth. 'Why's he all right, then?' blustered Uncle Vernon. 'Why isn't e all empty, then?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Because I used the Patronus - '</s> [INST] | 'Because I used the Patronus - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> WHOOSH. With a clattering, a whirring of wings and a soft fall of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of the kitchen fireplace. 'FOR GOD'S SAKE!' roared Uncle Vernon, pulling great clumps of hair out of his moustache, something he hadn't been driven to do in a long time. 'I WILL NOT HAVE OWL... | WHOOSH. With a clattering, a whirring of wings and a soft fall of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of the kitchen fireplace. 'FOR GOD'S SAKE!' roared Uncle Vernon, pulling great clumps of hair out of his moustache, something he hadn't been driven to do in a long time. 'I WILL NOT HAVE OWLS HERE, I WILL NOT TOLE... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But Harry was already pulling a roll of parchment from the owl's leg. He was so convinced that this letter had to be from Dumbledore, explaining everything - the Dementors, Mrs Figg, what the Ministry was up to, how he, Dumbledore, intended to sort everything out - that for the first time in his ... | But Harry was already pulling a roll of parchment from the owl's leg. He was so convinced that this letter had to be from Dumbledore, explaining everything - the Dementors, Mrs Figg, what the Ministry was up to, how he, Dumbledore, intended to sort everything out - that for the first time in his life he was disappointe... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I can't stop the owls coming,' Harry snapped, crushing Sirius's letter in his fist. 'I want the truth about what happened tonight!' barked Uncle Vernon. 'If it was Demenders who hurt Dudley, how come you've been expelled? You did you-know-what, you've admitted, it!'</s> [INST] | 'I can't stop the owls coming,' Harry snapped, crushing Sirius's letter in his fist. 'I want the truth about what happened tonight!' barked Uncle Vernon. 'If it was Demenders who hurt Dudley, how come you've been expelled? You did you-know-what, you've admitted, it!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry took a deep, steadying breath. His head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen, and away from the Dursleys. 'I did the Patronus Charm to get rid of the Dementors,' he said, forcing himself to remain calm. 'It's the only thing that works again... | Harry took a deep, steadying breath. His head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen, and away from the Dursleys. 'I did the Patronus Charm to get rid of the Dementors,' he said, forcing himself to remain calm. 'It's the only thing that works against them.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'But what were Dementoids doing in Little Whinging?' said Uncle Vernon in an outraged tone. 'Couldn't tell you,' said Harry wearily. 'No idea.'</s> [INST] | 'But what were Dementoids doing in Little Whinging?' said Uncle Vernon in an outraged tone. 'Couldn't tell you,' said Harry wearily. 'No idea.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> His head was pounding in the glare of the strip-lighting now. His anger was ebbing away. He felt drained, exhausted. The Dursleys were all staring at him. 'It's you,' said Uncle Vernon forcefully. 'It's got something to do with you, boy, I know it. Why else would they turn up here? Why else w... | His head was pounding in the glare of the strip-lighting now. His anger was ebbing away. He felt drained, exhausted. The Dursleys were all staring at him. 'It's you,' said Uncle Vernon forcefully. 'It's got something to do with you, boy, I know it. Why else would they turn up here? Why else would they be down that ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I don't know why they were here.'</s> [INST] | 'I don't know why they were here.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But at Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain had ground back into action. Why had the Dementors come to Little Whinging? How could it be coincidence that they had arrived in the alleyway where Harry was? Had they been sent? Had the Ministry of Magic lost control of the Dementors? Had they... | But at Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain had ground back into action. Why had the Dementors come to Little Whinging? How could it be coincidence that they had arrived in the alleyway where Harry was? Had they been sent? Had the Ministry of Magic lost control of the Dementors? Had they deserted Azkaban and j... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Of course I'm not,' said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, his mind racing now. Then why -?'</s> [INST] | 'Of course I'm not,' said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, his mind racing now. Then why -?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'He must have sent them,' said Harry quietly, more to himself than to Uncle Vernon. 'What's that? Who must have sent them?'</s> [INST] | 'He must have sent them,' said Harry quietly, more to himself than to Uncle Vernon. 'What's that? Who must have sent them?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Lord Voldemort,' said Harry. He registered dimly how strange it was that the Dursleys, who flinched, winced and squawked if they heard words like 'wizard','magic' or 'wand', could hear the name of the most evil wizard of all time without the slightest tremor. 'Lord - hang on,' said Uncle... | 'Lord Voldemort,' said Harry. He registered dimly how strange it was that the Dursleys, who flinched, winced and squawked if they heard words like 'wizard','magic' or 'wand', could hear the name of the most evil wizard of all time without the slightest tremor. 'Lord - hang on,' said Uncle Vernon, his face screw... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Murdered my parents, yes,' Harry said dully. 'But he's gone,' said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign that the murder of Harry's parents might be a painful topic. That giant bloke said so. He's gone.'</s> [INST] | 'Murdered my parents, yes,' Harry said dully. 'But he's gone,' said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign that the murder of Harry's parents might be a painful topic. That giant bloke said so. He's gone.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'He's back,' said Harry heavily. It felt very strange to be standing here in Aunt Petunia's surgically clean kitchen, beside the top'-of-the-range fridge and the wide-screen television, talking calmly of Lord Voldemort to Uncle Vernon. The arrival of the Dementors in Little Whinging seemed to... | 'He's back,' said Harry heavily. It felt very strange to be standing here in Aunt Petunia's surgically clean kitchen, beside the top'-of-the-range fridge and the wide-screen television, talking calmly of Lord Voldemort to Uncle Vernon. The arrival of the Dementors in Little Whinging seemed to have breached the grea... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Her hands found Dudley's massive leather-clad shoulders and clutched them. 'Hang on,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and back again, apparently dazed and confused by the unprecedented understanding that seemed to have sprung up between them. 'Hang on. This Lord Voldything's... | Her hands found Dudley's massive leather-clad shoulders and clutched them. 'Hang on,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and back again, apparently dazed and confused by the unprecedented understanding that seemed to have sprung up between them. 'Hang on. This Lord Voldything's back, you say.'</s></s... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Yes.'</s> [INST] | 'Yes.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> The one who murdered your parents.'</s> [INST] | The one who murdered your parents.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Yes.'</s> [INST] | 'Yes.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'And now he's sending Dismembers after you?'</s> [INST] | 'And now he's sending Dismembers after you?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Looks like it,' said Harry. T see,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up his trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his</s> [INST] | 'Looks like it,' said Harry. T see,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up his trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> great purple face stretching before Harry's eyes. 'Well, that settles it,' he said, his shirt front straining as he inflated himself, 'you can get out of this house, boy!'</s> [INST] | great purple face stretching before Harry's eyes. 'Well, that settles it,' he said, his shirt front straining as he inflated himself, 'you can get out of this house, boy!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'What?' said Harry. 'You heard me - OUT!' Uncle Vernon bellowed, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped. 'OUT! OUT! I should've done this years ago! Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed, Dudley's tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling and... | 'What?' said Harry. 'You heard me - OUT!' Uncle Vernon bellowed, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped. 'OUT! OUT! I should've done this years ago! Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed, Dudley's tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling and that flying Ford Angli... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Harry stood rooted to the spot. The letters from the Ministry, Mr Weasley and Sirius were all crushed in his left hand. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. 'You heard me!' said Uncle Vernon, bending forwards now, his massive purple face comi... | Harry stood rooted to the spot. The letters from the Ministry, Mr Weasley and Sirius were all crushed in his left hand. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. 'You heard me!' said Uncle Vernon, bending forwards now, his massive purple face coming so close to Harry's,... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> The fifth owl zoomed down the chimney so fast it actually hit the floor before zooming into the air again with a loud screech. Harry raised his hand to seize the letter, which was in a scarlet envelope, but it soared straight over his head, flying directly at Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream an... | The fifth owl zoomed down the chimney so fast it actually hit the floor before zooming into the air again with a loud screech. Harry raised his hand to seize the letter, which was in a scarlet envelope, but it soared straight over his head, flying directly at Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and ducked, her arms over... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Let go of it, Petunia!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'Don't touch it, it could be dangerous!'</s> [INST] | 'Let go of it, Petunia!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'Don't touch it, it could be dangerous!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'It's addressed to me,' said Aunt Petunia in a shaking voice. 'It's addressed to me, Vernon, look! Mrs Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive - '</s> [INST] | 'It's addressed to me,' said Aunt Petunia in a shaking voice. 'It's addressed to me, Vernon, look! Mrs Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> She caught her breath, horrified. The red envelope had begun to smoke. 'Open it!' Harry urged her. 'Get it over with! It'll happen anyway.'</s> [INST] | She caught her breath, horrified. The red envelope had begun to smoke. 'Open it!' Harry urged her. 'Get it over with! It'll happen anyway.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'No.'</s> [INST] | 'No.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Aunt Petunia's hand was trembling. She looked wildly around the kitchen as though looking for an escape route, but too late - the envelope burst into flames. Aunt Petunia screamed and dropped it. An awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in the confined space, issuing from the burning letter... | Aunt Petunia's hand was trembling. She looked wildly around the kitchen as though looking for an escape route, but too late - the envelope burst into flames. Aunt Petunia screamed and dropped it. An awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in the confined space, issuing from the burning letter on the table. 'Rem... |
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