Harry Potter And the Sorcerer’s Stone-（39） turned, seemed, letter, received

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“Go to your cupboard — I mean, your bedroom,” he wheezed
at Harry. “Dudley — go — just go.”

Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew
he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know
he hadn’t received his first letter. Surely that meant they’d try
again? And this time he’d make sure they didn’t fail. He had a
plan.

The repaired alarm clock rang at six o’clock the next morning.

Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently He mustn’t wake
the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the
lights.

He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet
Drive and get the letters for number four first. His heart hammered
as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door —

“AAAAARRRGH!”

Harry leapt into the air; he’d trodden on something big and
squashy on the doormat — something alive!

Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that
the big, squashy something had been his uncle’s face. Uncle Vernon
had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag,
clearly making sure that Harry didn’t do exactly what he’d been trying
to do. He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then
told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off
into the kitchen and by the time he got back, the mail had arrived,
right into Uncle Vernon’s lap. Harry could see three letters addressed
in green ink.

“I want —” he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters
into pieces before his eyes.

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wheezed：喘着粗气的说