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**Cách nấu bún mắm chay** miền tây ngon nhất mang đậm đà hương vị thơm ngon khó cưỡng của miền tây cho các bạn bữa ăn thật ngon miệng trong những ngày ăn chay cuối tháng hay rằm đấy nhé. Vào những ngày ăn chay để thay đổi khẩu vị bạn có thể tự nấu cho gia đình mình món bún mắm chay thay cho những bữa cơm chay hôm đó. Món ăn bình dân lại thanh đạm với những nguyên liệu từ thực vật tự nhiên giúp thanh lọc cơ thể, cân bằng các dưỡng chất cho bạn một cơ thể khỏe mạnh. Hãy cùng mongingon.com học cách nấu bún mắm chay miền tây ngon nhất đậm đà hương vị này nhé.
## Nguyên liệu cho bún mắm chay
### Nước lèo
- 1 cái bắp cải, 1 củ sắn lớn
- 1 củ cải trắng lớn, 1 trái táo to
- 2 trái su su, 5 củ cải muối
- 1 bịch ngãi bún, tương đậu nành
- 1 hủ chao, 6 củ sả, sả bằm + 1 ớt xay
- 2 miếng rong biển lớn
### Phần nhân
- 1 bịch tôm chay, 1 bịch cá chay
- 3 trái cà tím, 2 cây nấm đùi gà
- 2 bìa đậu trắng chiên vàng
- 10 trái ớt, 1 ít đậu sống + nấm mèo + rong biển + bộp năng
- Bún, Ngò gai
- Rau : rau đắng + rau muống chẻ + giá + bắp chuối bào
## Cách nấu bún mắm chay ngon nhất
- Hầm tất cả các loại củ : bắp cải + củ cải trắng + củ sắn + củ cải muối + củ sắn + củ cải muối + táo cùng với 1 ít muối và 3 tép sả + 1 cục đường phèn khoảng 2 hrs để lấy nước dùng, lọc bỏ xác .
- Ngãi bún xay nhuyễn cho vô ít nước vắt lấy nước trong bỏ xác.
- Xay tương đậu nành + chao cho nhuyễn
- Phi dầu thơm cho sả bằm cùng ớt xay vô xào cho sả thơm, tiếp đến cho hỗn hợp đậu nành và chao vô xào cùng. Cứ đảo liên tục và xào cho đến khi hỗn hợp quyện lại với nhau thành 1 khối .
- Cho hỗn hợp tương + chao vào nồi nước dùng cùng với 3 củ sả còn lại đập dập và nêm lại với tương cự đà và hạt nêm nấm cho vừa ăn. Thả thêm 2 miếng rong biển vào để tạo mùi cho nồi nước dùng. Nếu thích ăn vị hơi ngọt kiểu miền tây thì nêm thêm đường . Nói chung nêm nếm thế nào thì theo khẩu vị của gia đình mình cho vừa miệng là ok .
- Nấm cắt miếng vừa ăn xào cho thơm cùng với tôm và hạt nêm nấm.
- Cá chay chiên sơ cho vàng hai mặt.
- Ớt bổ sống lưng móc bỏ ruột ớt nhồi ớt với đậu sống bóp nhuyễn trộn đều với lá rong biển bóp nhỏ + bột năng , nêm 1 ít hạt nêm nấm or thêm nấm mèo tùy thích. Nhồi nhân vào trong ớt, hấp chín , chiên vàng 2 mặt.
- Cắt cà tím thành miếng vuông ngâm qua nước muối loãng thả vô nồi nước dùng, cho nước ngãi bún vào, thả đậu chiên vào cùng 1 ít màu điều để thêm hấp dẫn.
- Cho bún vào tô, xếp nấm , tôm , cá, ớt nhồi lên trên, chan nước lèo cùng ít cà tím và đậu chiên . Cuối cùng nêm ngò gai cắt nhuyễn ăn kèm với rau ghém các loại.
*Thật đơn giản và ngon đúng không nào, các bạn hãy xem cách nấu bún mắm chay miền tây ngon nhất này và xuống bếp làm cho gia đình mình một bữa ăn cực ngon, hấp dẫn trong những ngày rằm, mùng một nhé. Chúc các bạn thành công khi thực hiện món bún mắm chay miền tây này đấy.*
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Những khách hàng khó tính nhất là người dạy cho bạn nhiều điều nhất. (Your most unhappy customers are your greatest source of learning.)Bill Gates
Dầu giữa bãi chiến trường, thắng ngàn ngàn quân địch, không bằng tự thắng mình, thật chiến thắng tối thượng.Kinh Pháp cú (Kệ số 103)
Vui thay, chúng ta sống, Không hận, giữa hận thù! Giữa những người thù hận, Ta sống, không hận thù!Kinh Pháp Cú (Kệ số 197)
Hãy sống tốt bất cứ khi nào có thể, và điều đó ai cũng làm được cả.Đức Đạt-lai Lạt-ma XIV
Khi gặp phải thảm họa trong đời sống, ta có thể phản ứng theo hai cách. Hoặc là thất vọng và rơi vào thói xấu tự hủy hoại mình, hoặc vận dụng thách thức đó để tìm ra sức mạnh nội tại của mình. Nhờ vào những lời Phật dạy, tôi đã có thể chọn theo cách thứ hai. (When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways - either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength. Thanks to the teachings of Buddha, I have been able to take this second way.)Đức Đạt-lai Lạt-ma XIV
Tôi biết ơn những người đã từ chối giúp đỡ tôi, vì nhờ có họ mà tôi đã tự mình làm được. (I am thankful for all of those who said NO to me. Its because of them I’m doing it myself. )Albert Einstein
Như đá tảng kiên cố, không gió nào lay động, cũng vậy, giữa khen chê, người trí không dao động.Kinh Pháp cú (Kệ số 81)
Mục đích cuộc đời ta là sống hạnh phúc. (The purpose of our lives is to be happy.)Đức Đạt-lai Lạt-ma XIV
Kẻ thù hại kẻ thù, oan gia hại oan gia, không bằng tâm hướng tà, gây ác cho tự thânKinh Pháp Cú (Kệ số 42)
Người cầu đạo ví như kẻ mặc áo bằng cỏ khô, khi lửa đến gần phải lo tránh. Người học đạo thấy sự tham dục phải lo tránh xa.Kinh Bốn mươi hai chương
Đừng làm một tù nhân của quá khứ, hãy trở thành người kiến tạo tương lai. (Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future. )Robin Sharma
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# Những cách dưỡng tóc cực kì tốt mà cũng cực kì đơn giản
**Những cách từ thiên nhiên luôn là 1 trong những lựa chọn hoàn hảo cho mái tóc xinh đẹp của bạn. Chúng những chỉ làm cho tóc của bạn mềm mượt hơn mà còn có thể giúp các chị em tiết kiệm đi 1 lượn chi phí khi sử dụng những giải pháp chăm sóc tóc đắt tiền từ những spa hoặc các sản phẩm ủ tóc đắt tiền.**
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**Phương pháp làm mượt tóc bằng chuối,dầu ô liu và mật ong cùng với sữa chua không đường**
Nguyên liệu gồm có: Chuối chín + sữa chua không đường + mật ong cùng với dầu ô liu.
Cách làm như sau:
Bước 1: bạn cần lấy 2 quả chuối chín đều (chuối tiêu thì càng tốt) bóc vỏ sạch cho vào máy xay sinh tố.
Bước 2: Tiếp sau đó bạn cho nên thêm 2 thìa sữa chua không đường + 2 thìa mật ong +1 thìa dầu ô liu vào và xay thật nhuyễn chúng tạo thành hỗn hợp đồng nhất.
Cách dùng: Sau khi bạn gội thật sạch gàu và bụi bẩn, bạn cỉ cần dùng tay bôi từng lớp hỗn hợp đều lên toàn bộ mái tóc của bạn. Tiếp đến dùng 1 chiếc khăn bông ẩm quấn lên tóc và ủ tóc chừng 25-30 phút. Cuối cùng là bạn nên gội lại thật sạch với nước ấm vừa.
Công dụng: Thực hiện đều đặn 2-3 lần/tuần các chị em sẽ có 1 mái tóc bóng mượt, mềm mà lại đẹp tự nhiên mà chẳng cần đến tiệm.
Lưu ý cần biết: Không nên dùng hỗn hợp này bôi vào chân tóc bởi vì chúng rất dễ khiến da đầu tiết dầu nhờn làm cho tóc nhanh cảm thấy bẩn, bết dính. Khi gội lại đầu bằng nước ấm,bạn không nên cho nước nóng quá khiến tóc bị khô. Xem sản phẩm trị mụn hiệu quả
**Yến Mạch Quaker Oats Old Fashioned** **2.Phương pháp làm mượt tóc từ vỏ bưởi** **(Nguồn: Internet)**
Nguyên liệu cần chuẩn bị: vỏ bưởi, chanh và mật ong
Cách làm như sau:
Bước 1: Vỏ bưởi tươi sau khi được lấy ra từ quả bưởi, bạn cắt thành từng khúc nhỏ rồi mang đi rửa thật sạch và cho vào 1 cái nồi nước đun lên.
Bước 2: Sau khi bạn đun vỏ bưởi sôi thì bắc nồi xuống, để nguội rồi cho thêm vài thìa mật ong.
Bước 3: Bạn cắt 2 trái chanh vắt lấy nước cốt và loại bỏ hạt sau đấy cho vào nồi nước vỏ bưởi.
Cách dùng:Sau khi bạn gội thật sạch đầu, bạn nên dùng nước vỏ bưởi vừa đun gội đầu và mát xa da đầu tầm 10-15 phút cho tinh dầu có trong vỏ bưởi thấm sâu vào da. Xem thêm sản phẩm trị nám, tàn nhang
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**Có thể bạn không biết, nhưng các nhà khoa học tin rằng, điện toán lượng tử (quantum computing) chính là chìa khóa để con người bước vào một kỉ nguyên công nghệ mới.**
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*Forbes*, trong thời gian qua, công nghệ đã phát triển với tốc độ rất nhanh – những chiếc điện thoại thông minh mà bạn để ở trong túi quần có sức mạnh tương đương với những máy tính của quân đội cách đây 50 năm, và kích cỡ của chúng thì to bằng cả một gian phòng.
Tuy nhiên, ngay cả với những thành tựu mà chúng ta đã đạt được trong công nghệ và máy tính cá nhân truyền thống [là chiếc máy tính mà bạn đang sử dụng] kể từ khi cuộc cách mạng máy tính bắt đầu, vẫn còn những vấn đề mà các máy tính hiện thời không thể giải quyết được. Nhiều người cho rằng, máy tính lượng tử chính là câu trả lời.
**Những giới hạn của máy tính cổ điển**
Giờ đây, khi chúng ta đã có thể tạo ra các công tắc (switch) và các đơn vị nhớ của máy tính, hay còn gọi là bóng bán dẫn (transitor), có kích cỡ nhỏ như một nguyên tử, chúng ta cần phải tìm ra một cách mới để xây dựng máy tính. Mặc dù một chiếc máy tính truyền thống hiện nay có thể giúp chúng ta làm được nhiều thứ, nhưng nó thực sự chỉ là một cỗ máy hoạt động dựa vào tập lệnh dạng bit, với giá trị 0 và 1 đại diện cho hai trạng thái là tắt và mở trong mạch điện tử. Nhưng các máy tính lượng tử không được sinh ra với mục đích thay thế máy tính cổ điển, mà chúng được kì vọng để trở thành một công cụ khác giúp chúng ta giải quyết các vấn đề phức tạp mà vượt quá khả năng của máy tính hiện nay (PC).
Về cơ bản, khi con người đang đi vào kỉ nguyên “big data” (thuật ngữ dùng để chỉ một tập hợp dữ liệu rất lớn và phức tạp mà các ứng dụng xử lí dữ liệu truyền thống không xử lí được), chúng ta sẽ cần có thêm nhiều bóng bán dẫn để có thể giải quyết được công việc. Phần lớn các máy tính hiện nay đều bị giới hạn chỉ có thể làm được một việc trong một khoảng thời gian nhất định, nên vấn đề càng phức tạp thì nó càng tốn thời gian để giải quyết. Một vấn đề mà đòi hỏi vượt quá khả năng của các máy tính ngày nay được gọi là “intracable problem”. Máy tính lượng tử sẽ được giao trọng trách để giải quyết các vấn đề này.
*Những gì mà chúng ta thấy là một chuỗi các bit được máy tính xử lí* **Sức mạnh của máy tính lượng tử**
Khi bạn bước vào thế giới của hạt nguyên tử và hạt hạ nguyên tử (các hạt cấu thành nên nguyên tử), mọi thứ sẽ bắt đầu “hành xử” theo một cách khác thường, phi logic. Trên thực tế, các hạt này có thể tồn tại ở nhiều trạng thái cùng một lúc. Đó là một khả năng mà các máy tính lượng tử tận dụng.
Thay vì dùng bit như các máy tính thông thường, máy tính lượng tử sẽ sử dụng các bit lượng tử – gọi là qubit. Bạn hãy thử hình dung một khối hình cầu. Một bit chỉ có thể ở một trong hai cực của khối đó, còn một qubit thì có thể tồn tại ở bất kì điểm nào trên khối hình cầu. Điều này có nghĩa là một máy tính sử dụng qubit sẽ có thể lưu trữ một lượng lớn thông tin và tiêu tốn ít năng lượng hơn so với máy tính cổ điển.
Bằng cách đi vào lĩnh vực điện toán lượng tử, nơi các định luật vật lý không còn đúng nữa, chúng ta sẽ có thể tạo ra các bộ vi xử lý nhanh hơn đáng kể (khoảng hơn 1 triệu lần) so với những gì mà chúng ta có ngày nay. Nghe có vẻ rất tuyệt vời, nhưng các nhà khoa học vẫn đang gặp rất nhiều khó khăn vì điện toán lượng tử vô cùng phức tạp.
Áp lực đang đè nặng lên ngành công nghiệp máy tính, khi họ cần phải tìm cách để khiến việc tính toán trở nên hiệu quả hơn, vì chúng ta đã đạt đến đỉnh giới hạn về hiệu suất của các phương pháp truyền thống. Theo báo cáo của Hiệp hội Công nghiệp Bán dẫn (Semiconductor Industry Association – SIA), chúng ta sẽ không còn khả năng cung cấp năng lượng cho máy móc trên toàn thế giới nữa. Đó chính là lí do vì sao ngành công nghiệp máy tính đang chạy đua với thời gian để đưa các máy tính lượng tử vào hoạt động trên quy mô thương mại. Tuy khó khăn, nhưng thành quả đạt được sẽ vô cùng xứng đáng.
*Máy tính lượng tử D-Wave 2X do Google chế tạo* **Thế giới sẽ đổi thay ra sao với điện toán lượng tử?**
Rất khó để dự đoán việc điện toán lượng tử sẽ thay đổi thế giới của chúng ta ra sao, đơn giản vì chúng sẽ được áp dụng vào mọi ngành công nghiệp. Chúng ta đang bước vào một lĩnh vực vật lý hoàn toàn mới và sẽ có những thứ mà chúng ta chưa bao giờ nghĩ đến. Nhưng nếu bạn cân nhắc việc máy tính cổ điển đã “cách mạng hóa” thế giới của chúng ta như thế nào, chỉ với bit và hai lựa chọn 0 hoặc 1, bạn sẽ có thể tưởng tượng ra được sức mạnh phi thường ở trong tay, khi các qubit có thể thực hiện hàng triệu phép tính cùng một lúc.
Những gì mà chúng ta đã biết là điện toán lượng tử sẽ có sức mạnh khủng khiếp, với khả năng thay đổi cách mà chúng ta kinh doanh, phát minh ra các loại thuốc và các chất mới, bảo vệ dữ liệu, khám phá vũ trụ và dự báo sự biến đổi của khí hậu. Không phải ngẫu nhiên mà các công ty có sức ảnh hưởng lớn nhất trên thế giới như IBM, Google, hay chính phủ của các quốc gia đang đầu tư tiền của và nhân lực vào công nghệ điện toán lượng tử. Họ đều đang hi vọng rằng điện toán lượng tử sẽ thay đổi thế giới của chúng ta, vì nó cho phép chúng ta giải quyết các vấn đề và có những trải nghiệm mới, những điều mà với điều kiện khoa học kĩ thuật hiện tại là bất khả thi.

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Harry Potter và hòn đá phù thủy (Bản tiếng Anh)
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
CHAPTER ONE
THE BOY WHO LIVED
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made
drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did
have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had
nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she
spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the
neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their
opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and
their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think
they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was
Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs.
Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her
good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the
Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a
small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another
good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley
mixing with a child like that.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story
starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that
strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the
country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for
work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming
Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.
Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because
Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little
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tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out
of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of
something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley
didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look
again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but
there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It
must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the
cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the
road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that
said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or
signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his
mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large
order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something
else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing
that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in
cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid
new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes
fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were
whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a
couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than
he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But
then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these
people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it.
The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the
Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the
ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on
drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swoop ing past in broad
daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed
open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never
seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly
normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made
several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a
very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs
and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of
them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't
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know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering
excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his
way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he
caught a few words of what they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry"
Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the
whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better
of it.
He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his
secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost
finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the
receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was
being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were
lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of
it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even
seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point
in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her
sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister like that... but all the
same, those people in cloaks...
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and
when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that
he walked straight into someone just outside the door.
"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a
few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet
cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground.
On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky
voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing
could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even
Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete
stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that
was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he
was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he
didn't approve of imagination.
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -and
it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning.
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It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it
had the same markings around its eyes.
"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a
stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying
to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still
determined not to mention anything to his wife.
Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all
about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had
learned a new word ("Won't!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When
Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to
catch the last report on the evening news:
"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls
have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at
night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of
sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are
unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping
pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And
now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more
showers of owls tonight, Jim?"
"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not
only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as
Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead
of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting
stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it's not
until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."
Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain?
Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place?
And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...
Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was
no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat
nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister
lately, have you?"
As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all,
they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
"No," she said sharply. "Why?"
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"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting
stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..."
"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.
"Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you
know... her crowd."
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered
whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he
didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -he'd be
about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?" "I suppose so," said Mrs.
Dursley stiffly.
"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite
agree."
He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed.
While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom
window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It
was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.
Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the
Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -well, he didn't think he could bear it.
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr.
Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting
thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved,
there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The
Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and
their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in
anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it
couldn't affect them....
How very wrong he was.
Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat
on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as
still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of
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Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the
next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly
midnight before the cat moved at all.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so
suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the
ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall,
thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which
were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes,
a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.
His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon
spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been
broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street
where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy
rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize
he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was
still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the
sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should
have known."
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a
silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked
it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the PutOuter, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks
in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone
looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they
wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the
pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set
off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall
next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at
a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly
the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was
wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight
bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she
asked.
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"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said
Professor McGonagall.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a
dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall
sniffed angrily.
"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd
think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have
noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head
back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of
owls... shooting stars.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were
bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet that
was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious
little to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no
reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on
the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes,
swapping rumors."
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping
he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine
thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have
disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he
really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful
for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?"
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of"
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't
think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-KnowWho has gone -"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by
his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have
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been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."
Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two
lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep
saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of
saying Voldemort's name.
"I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half
exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're
the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will
never have."
"Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey
told me she liked my new earmuffs."
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls
are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what
everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally
stopped him?"
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most
anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard
wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed
Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that
whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until
Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing
another lemon drop and did not answer.
"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort
turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is
that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they're -- dead. "
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
"Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it...
Oh, Albus..."
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I
know..." he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all.
They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he
couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how,
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but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's
power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone.
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's
done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's
just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the
name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her
eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a
golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It
had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving
around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because
he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he
who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to
tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family
he has left now."
"You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried
Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four.
"Dumbledore -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't
find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw
him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.
Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and
uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've
written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on
the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a
letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a
legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day
in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in
our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his halfmoon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he
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can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! CarA
you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until
he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and
then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting
here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he
might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing him."
"You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as
this?"
I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor
McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does
tend to -- what was that?"
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew
steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a
headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a
huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.
If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it.
He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as
wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long
tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands
the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like
baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of
blankets.
"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did
you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing
carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to
me. I've got him, sir."
"No problems, were there?"
"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right
before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was
flyin' over Bristol."
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Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of
blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of
jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut,
like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself
above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
"Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great,
shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy,
whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and
burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be
found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the
arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the
front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his
cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other
two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little
bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked
furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's
eyes seemed to have gone out.
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying
here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike
back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself
onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose
into the air and off into the night.
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"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore,
nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he
stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve
balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed
suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the
corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of
blankets on the step of number four.
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish
of his cloak, he was gone.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and
tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect
astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his
blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside
him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was
famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs.
Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk
bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and
pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very
moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up
their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy
who lived!"
CHAPTER TWO
THE VANISHING GLASS
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their
nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The
sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four
on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was
almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had
seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the
mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago,
there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball
wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a
baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first
bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father,
being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that
another boy lived in the house, too.
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Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long.
His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the
first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then
the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back
and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good
one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd
had the same dream before.
His aunt was back outside the door.
"Are you up yet?" she demanded.
"Nearly," said Harry.
"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you
dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday." Harry
groaned.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.
"Nothing, nothing..."
Dudley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out
of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and,
after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to
spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and
that was where he slept.
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table
was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as
though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the
second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a
racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated
exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's
favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry
didn't look it, but he was very fast.
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry
had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and
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skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of
Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had
a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore
round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the
times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked
about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was
shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could
remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt
Petunia was how he had gotten it.
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask
questions."
Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the
Dursleys.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and
shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts
than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference,
his hair simply grew that way -all over the place.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his
mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face,
not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay
smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley
looked like a baby angel -- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig
in a wig.
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as
there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents.
His face fell.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two
less than last year."
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here
under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.
Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down
his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
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Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly,
"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's
that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right''
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said
slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty..."
"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.
"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right
then."
Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like
his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.
At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it
while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a
video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and
a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia
came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.
"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't
take him." She jerked her head in Harry's direction.
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every
year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the
day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every
year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two
streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage
and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever
owned.
"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd
planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken
her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole
year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't
there -- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't
understand them, like a slug.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend -- Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
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"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to
watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go
on Dudley's computer).
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.
"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.
"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "...
and leave him in the car...."
"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone...."
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying -- it had
been years since he'd really cried -- but he knew that if he screwed up
his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special
day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
"I... don't... want... him... t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge,
pretend sobs. "He always sp- spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty
grin through the gap in his mother's arms.
Just then, the doorbell rang -- "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt
Petunia frantically -- and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers
Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face
like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their
backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in
the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the
zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able
to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle
Vernon had taken Harry aside.
"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up
close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy -- any funny business,
anything at all -- and you'll be in that cupboard from now until
Christmas."
"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly..
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.
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The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was
just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking
as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut
his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left
"to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry,
who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was
already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning,
however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before
Aunt Petunia had sheared it off He had been given a week in his cupboard
for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it
had grown back so quickly.
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting
old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) -- The harder she
tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until
finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit
Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to
his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on
the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as
usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was
sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter
from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school
buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon
through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash
cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have
caught him in mid- jump.
But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with
Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school,
his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to
complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the
bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning,
it was motorcycles.
"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a
motorcycle overtook them.
I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It
was flying."
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Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right
around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet
with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!" Dudley and
Piers sniggered.
I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."
But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the
Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking
about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a
dream or even a cartoon -- they seemed to think he might get dangerous
ideas.
It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The
Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the
entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry
what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap
lemon ice pop. It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they
watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley,
except that it wasn't blond.
Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to
walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who
were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall
back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo
restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker
glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him
another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to
last.
After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there,
with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of
lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and
stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick,
man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the
place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car
and crushed it into a trash can -- but at the moment it didn't look in the
mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.
Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the
glistening brown coils.
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"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the
glass, but the snake didn't budge.
"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly
with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on. "This is boring,"
Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.
Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He
wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself -- no
company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying
to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a
bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door
to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house.
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised
its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.
It winked.
Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was
watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.
The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised
its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly:
"I get that all the time.
"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the
snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."
The snake nodded vigorously.
"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.
The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry
peered at it.
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice there?"
The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on:
This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see -- so you've never been to
Brazil?"
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As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of
them jump.
"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU
WON'T BELIEVE
WHAT IT'S DOING!"
Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.
"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by
surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened
so fast no one saw how it happened -- one second, Piers and Dudley were
leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with
howls of horror.
Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank
had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering
out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and
started running for the exits.
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low,
hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come.... Thanksss, amigo." The
keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"
The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea
while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only
gibber. As far as Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except
snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all
back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly
bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him
to death. But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down
enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"
Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before
starting on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to
say, "Go -- cupboard -- stay -- no meals," before he collapsed into a
chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.
Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He
didn't know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were
asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for
some food.
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He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long
as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had
died in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his
parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long
hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of
green light and a burn- ing pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was
the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from.
He couldn't remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke
about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were
no photographs of them in the house.
When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown
relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the
Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped)
that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they
were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out
shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he
knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without
buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had
waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat
had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked
away without a word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the
way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.
At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated
that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and
nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.
CHAPTER THREE
THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever
punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the
summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new
video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on
his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive
on her crutches.
Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang,
who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and
Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and
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stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite
happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.
This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house,
wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he
could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off
to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with
Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school,
Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand,
was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this
was very funny.
"They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall,"
he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"
"No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as
horrible as your head down it -- it might be sick." Then he ran, before
Dudley could work out what he'd said.
One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings
uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn 't as bad as usual. It
turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats,
and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch
television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though
she'd had it for several years.
That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in
his brand-new uniform. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange
knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried
knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't
looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said
gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into
tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked
so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He
thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to
laugh.
There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry
went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in
the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like
dirty rags swimming in gray water.
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"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always
did if he dared to ask a question.
"Your new school uniform," she said.
Harry looked in the bowl again.
"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."
"DotA be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old
things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."
Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat
down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look
on his first day at Stonewall High -- like he was wearing bits of old
elephant skin, probably.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the
smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as
usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on
the table.
They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the
doormat.
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
"Make Harry get it."
"Get the mail, Harry."
"Make Dudley get it."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay
on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was
vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill,
and -- a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant
elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who
would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the
library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet
here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
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Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the
address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax
seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake
surrounding a large letter H.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you
doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed
Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to
open the yellow envelope.
Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over
the postcard.
"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. --."
"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"
Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the
same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of
his hand by Uncle Vernon.
"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.
"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open
with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster
than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was
the grayish white of old porridge.
"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.
Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high
out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line.
For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her
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**150 câu hỏi thi bằng lái xe máy A1** là điều rất dễ dàng, nhưng với một số người không có nhiều thời gian để học thì đó lại là cả một vấn đề. Thực ra đề ** hiện nay đều có những quy tắc lồng ghép trong đó, và đây cũng là cách mà thi bằng lái xe máy A1** **Bộ giao thông vận tải**bật đèn xanh cho những người bình thường nhất cũng có thể áp dụng và thi qua.
Dưới đây là một số
**mẹo thi bằng lái xe máy A1** mà trong quá trình nhiều năm giảng dạy chúng tôi đúc kết ra được. Bạn hoàn toàn có thể áp dụng mà không cần phải nghi ngờ về tính đúng đắn của nó. **Mẹo thi bằng lái xe máy a1** cũng chia làm 3 phần là: **Lý thuyết**, **biển báo** và **sa hình**. Chúng ta sẽ đi lần lượt từng phần một.
## A. Mẹo thi lý thuyết bằng lái xe máy A1
1. Có 3 cái
**luôn phải nhường**: Nhường cho **phương tiện đường sắt**, nhường **cho người đi bộ đang đi trên phần đường dành cho người đi bộ**, nhường cho **xe đi trên đường chính**.
2. Những câu có 2 đáp án mà trong câu hỏi có xuất hiện từ
**“Những”**hoặc từ **“Các” **thì chọn **cả 2 đáp án **(cái này luôn luôn đúng, vì thế trong câu **ưu tiên xét **cái này trước, nhớ là chỉ đúng cho câu hỏi có 2 đáp án thôi nhé, câu nào 3 đáp án thì không còn đúng nữa).
3. Câu hỏi
**có 3 đáp án gồm 2 đáp án dài + 1 đáp án ngắn**. Thì đầu tiên đọc đề, sau đó đọc đáp án ngắn trước. Nếu đáp án ngắn sai thì bỏ đáp án ngắn chọn 2 đáp án dài còn lại.(không cần đọc 2 đáp án dài tốn thời gian).
4. Những câu bắt đầu bằng từ khái niệm và kết thức được hiểu như thế nào là đúng mà trong dấu ngoặc kép
**” “**có các từ: **Vạch – phố- dải – phần** –>> Chọn đáp án ** (1)**.
5. Những câu bắt đầu bằng từ khái niệm và kết thức được hiểu như thế nào là đúng mà trong dấu ngoặc kép
**” “**có các từ: ** Ưu – phương- làn** –>> Chọn đáp án **(2)**. **( Trừ câu 9 đề 1, câu này các bạn buộc phải tự nhớ)**.
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6. Những câu hỏi về hành vi bị nghiêm cấm mà trong đáp án có xuất hiện các từ như:
**“Bị nghiêm cấm”, “Không được phép”, “Không được mang, vác”, “Là thiếu văn hóa giao thông”**…Những câu đại loại tương tự như vậy thì chọn đáp án đó.
#### 7. Hỏi về
*người điều khiển giao thông*: Có từ **“Giang tay”**->> Chọn đáp án **(1)**; **“Giơ tay”**->> Chọn đáp án **(2).**
8.Trong đáp án mà có các con số sau đây là đáp án:
**5 mét, 5 năm, 0.25miligam, 50miligam, 18 tuổi, 40km/h**
#### 9. Ưu tiên chấp hành theo hiệu lệnh của “
**người ** **điều khiển giao thông**” và “ **biển báo hiệu tạm thời**“
10. Tại nơi giao nhau
**“Không có báo hiệu đi theo vòng xuyến”**->> Chọn đáp án **“Nhường đường cho người đi tới từ bên phải”**; Ngược lại ** “Có biển báo đi theo vòng xuyến” **->> Chọn đáp án **“Nhường đường cho người đi tới từ bên trái”. **Câu hỏi ** “ không có đảo an toàn xem như không có vòng xuyến ”. ** ![ mẹo làm bài thi lý thuyết lái xe a1](https://thibanglaixehn.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/meo-lam-bai-thi-ly-thuyet-lai-xe-a1.jpg)
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11. Hỏi ở
**“trên cầu”, “trong đường hầm” **có được quay đầu xe hay không? –>> Chọn đáp án **“Không được quay đầu xe”,** nhớ kỹ bất cứ trường hợp nào trong hầm hay trên cầu vượt cũng ** “không được phép quay đầu xe”.**
12. Câu hỏi về trong
**khu vực đông dân cư**, nếu hỏi về **Đường bộ** chọn **đáp án số 2** .Nếu hỏi về **tốc độ tối đa** là **40km/h **hoặc **50km/h**->> Chọn đáp án có từ **“Xe gắn máy”**ở cuối câu.
#### 13. Câu hỏi “
*Đảm bảo trật tự, an toàn giao thông là trách nhiệm của ai?* *“* ->> Chọn đáp án “Là trách nhiệm của cơ quan, tổ chức, cá nhân”. Nghĩa là trách nhiệm của **toàn xã hội** *Đảm bảo trật tự, an toàn giao thông là trách nhiệm của ai?*
14. Với những câu hỏi có 3 đáp án và
**có đáp án dài + đáp án ngắn** thì kinh nghiệm là **đáp án nào ngắn đọc trước**. Nếu đáp án đó **sai** thì **chọn 2 đáp án dài** còn lại. Và ngược lại…
15. Câu hỏi “
**Với câu này thì nên đọc hiểu, ví dụ như khi muốn chuyển hướng cần Khi muốn chuyển hướng, người lái xe phải thực hiện như thế nào?” ** **phải giảm tốc độ**và **phải xi nhan**để cho phương tiện phía sau biết.
16. Câu hỏi “
*Khi tránh xe đi ngược chiều, các xe phải nhường đường như thế nào?* *“.* Đáp án là **1 và 2**. Tại sao xe xuống dốc phải nhường đường cho xe lên dốc là do tầm nhìn của xe xuống dốc rộng hơn so với tầm nhìn của xe đang lên dốc.
#### 17. Câu hỏi
**“** *Trên đường bộ giao nhau cùng mức với đường sắt, cầu đường bộ đi chung với đường sắt thì loại phương tiện nào được quyền ưu tiên đi trước?*“. Luôn luôn là đường sắt rồi.
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*Trên đường bộ giao nhau cùng mức với đường sắt, cầu đường bộ đi chung với đường sắt thì loại phương tiện nào được quyền ưu tiên đi trước?*“. Luôn luôn là đường sắt rồi. ![ mẹo thi lý thuyết bằng lái xe máy 4](https://thibanglaixehn.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/meo-thi-ly-thuyet-bang-lai-xe-may-4.jpg)
18. Câu hỏi
**“** *Người điều khiển phương tiện tham gia giao thông trong hầm đường bộ ngoài việc phải tuân thủ các quy tắc giao thông còn phải thực hiện những quy định nào dưới đây*?”. Quy tắc bất di bất dịch đó là trong hầm hay trên cầu vượt thì **“không được quay đầu xe”. **Và bởi vì ở trong hầm do tối nên phải ** “có vật phát sáng báo hiệu”.**
19. Câu hỏi
**“Người ngồi trên xe mô tô 2 bánh, xe mô tô 3 bánh, xe gắn máy phải đội mũ bảo hiểm có cài quai đúng quy cách khi nào?**“. Bất cứ khi nào tham gia giao thông đều phải đội mũ bảo hiểm.
20. Câu hỏi “
**Cơ quan nào quy định đoạn đường cấm đi, đường đi một chiều, nơi cấm dừng, cấm đỗ, cấm quay đầu xe, lắp đặt biển báo hiệu đường bộ thuộc địa phương quản lý?**“. Câu này chọn đáp án ** Ủy ban nhân dân cấp tỉnh **bởi vì các cơ quan khác còn lại là đơn vị cấp dưới chỉ có nhiệm vụ thi hành, Ủy ban nhân dân cấp tỉnh là đơn vị quyền lực cao nhất ở địa phương.
21. Câu hỏi
**“Khi điều khiển xe chạy trên đường, người lái xe phải mang theo các loại giấy tờ gì?”.** Đáp án số 3 đúng, bởi vì xe ô tô thì không được phép mang giấy phép lái xe của xe máy và ngược lại.
22. Câu hỏi về
**nồng độ** mà trong câu hỏi **có xe ô tô** thì chọn đáp án **không có con số** (câu 7 đề 2)
#### 23. Trên đường có nhiều làn đường được phân biệt bằng vạch kẻ thì
**phải cho xe đi trong một làn đường và chỉ được chuyển ở nơi cho phép.**
24.
**: giảm tốc độ, cho xe đi vào lề đường bên phải**
25.
**: Hỏi cụm từ đường cao tốc ở cuối câu** **vào**chọn **1 và 3**, **ra**chọn **1**, bảo trì chọn **3**.
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