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Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey — the Dursley family. Humming a cheerful tune, Uncle Vernon pulled his car into the garage. Unusually, he wore a rather pleasant expression as he looked back at Allie in the backseat. "You did well today—piano, wine-tasting, table manners. It seems that little trick school of yours actually teaches a useful thing or two. At least once you graduate, I can help you find a decent way to make a living instead of ending up a tramp on the street."

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