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The
snowy
owl
clicked
her
beak
and
fluttered
down
onto
Harry
's
arm
.
"
Very
smart
owl
you
've
got
there
,
"
chuckled
Tom
.
"
Arrived
about
five
minutes
after
you
did
.
If
there
's
anything
you
need
,
Mr.
Potter
,
do
n't
hesitate
to
ask
.
"
He
gave
another
bow
and
left
.
Harry
sat
on
his
bed
for
a
long
time
,
absentmindedly
stroking
Hedwig
.
The
sky
outside
the
window
was
changing
rapidly
from
deep
,
velvety
blue
to
cold
,
steely
gray
and
then
,
slowly
,
to
pink
shot
with
gold
.
Harry
could
hardly
believe
that
he
'd
left
Privet
Drive
only
a
few
hours
ago
,
that
he
was
n't
expelled
,
and
that
he
was
now
facing
two
completely
Dursley-free
weeks
.
"
It
's
been
a
very
weird
night
,
Hedwig
,
"
he
yawned
.
And
without
even
removing
his
glasses
,
he
slumped
back
onto
his
pillows
and
fell
asleep
.
It
took
Harry
several
days
to
get
used
to
his
strange
new
freedom
.
Never
before
had
he
been
able
to
get
up
whenever
he
wanted
or
eat
whatever
he
fancied
.
He
could
even
go
wherever
he
pleased
,
as
long
as
it
was
in
Diagon
Alley
,
and
as
this
long
cobbled
street
was
packed
with
the
most
fascinating
wizarding
shops
in
the
world
,
Harry
felt
no
desire
to
break
his
word
to
Fudge
and
stray
back
into
the
Muggle
world
.
Harry
ate
breakfast
each
morning
in
the
Leaky
Cauldron
,
where
he
liked
watching
the
other
guests
:
funny
little
witches
from
the
country
,
up
for
a
day
's
shopping
;
venerable-looking
wizards
arguing
over
the
latest
article
in
Transfiguration
Today
;
wild-looking
warlocks
;
raucous
dwarfs
;
and
once
,
what
looked
suspiciously
like
a
hag
,
who
ordered
a
plate
of
raw
liver
from
behind
a
thick
woolen
balaclava
.
After
breakfast
Harry
would
go
out
into
the
backyard
,
take
out
his
wand
,
tap
the
third
brick
from
the
left
above
the
trash
bin
,
and
stand
back
as
the
archway
into
Diagon
Alley
opened
in
the
wall
.
Harry
spent
the
long
sunny
days
exploring
the
shops
and
eating
under
the
brightly
colored
umbrellas
outside
cafes
,
where
his
fellow
diners
were
showing
one
another
their
purchases
(
"
It
's
a
lunascope
,
old
boy
--
no
more
messing
around
with
moon
charts
,
see
?
"
)
or
else
discussing
the
case
of
Sirius
Black
(
"
Personally
,
I
wo
n't
let
any
of
the
children
out
alone
until
he
's
back
in
Azkaban
"
)
.
Harry
did
n't
have
to
do
his
homework
under
the
blankets
by
flashlight
anymore
;
now
he
could
sit
in
the
bright
sunshine
outside
Florean
Fortescue
's
Ice
Cream
Parlor
,
finishing
all
his
essays
with
occasional
help
from
Florean
Fortescue
himself
,
who
,
apart
from
knowing
a
great
deal
about
medieval
witch
burnings
,
gave
Harry
free
sundaes
every
half
an
hour
.
