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‘It’s no wonder no one can stand her’, Ron said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, ‘she’s a nightmare, honestly.’

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It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BuRRow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It’s not much,” said Ron.
It’s wonderful,” said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Chapter 3: The Burrow

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“Then you get the American ones (fans): that was awesome! That was awesome!”

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