Part 1

The first day he had arrived at his house in the West End, he had almost burned his hand with a toaster; the first time the phone rang, he had destroyed it with an Avada Kedavra, and when he had accidentally turned on the television, sitting on the remote, he had managed to transform it into a pigeon announcing the latest lottery draw. After all, he had never been good at Transfiguration.

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