Compléter Complete the StoryVersion en ligne Fill in the blanks par Yanika Bugeja 1 large crash bored massive pan breakfast morning Pass forgotten wife flying mustache nephew scream incredible son night owl hungry time week Not for the first , an argument had broken out over at number four , Privet Drive . Mr . Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the by a loud , hooting noise from his Harry's room . " Third time this ! " he roared across the table . " If you can't control that , it'll have to go ! " Harry tried , yet again , to explain . " She's , " he said . " She's used to around outside . If I could just let her out at - " " Do I look stupid ? " snarled Uncle Vernon , a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy . " I know what'll happen if that owl's let out . " He exchanged dark looks with his , Petunia . Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long , loud belch from the Dursleys' , Dudley . " I want more bacon . " " There's more in the frying , sweetums , " said Aunt Petunia , turning misty eyes on her son . " We must build you up while we've got the chance . . . . I don't like the sound of that school food . . . . . . " Nonsense , Petunia , I never went when I was at Smeltings , " said Uncle Vernon heartily . " Dudley gets enough , don't you , son ? " Dudley , who was so his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair , grinned and turned to Harry . " the frying pan . " " You've the magic word , " said Harry irritably . The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was : Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a that shook the whole kitchen ; Mrs . Dursley gave a small and clapped her hands to her mouth ; Mr . Dursley jumped to his feet , veins throbbing in his temples . " I meant `please' ! " said Harry quickly . " I didn't mean - "
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