Potter w Polsce

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The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and
a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet
Drive. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their
drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and
yellowing -for the use of hosepipes had been banned due to
drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing
pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the
shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of
tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors
was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed
outside number four.