哈利波特与魔法石：第三十二期（在线收听）

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    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:

    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.