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Harry Potter of Number 4 Privet Drive was a quiet boy.
He kept his head down, dutifully completed the extensive set of chores his unpleasant relatives gave him and received good grades, usually somewhere between a B- and a B+. Unfortunately, Harry wasn't as naturally talented as others and these B+s where only when he was working really hard. He rarely got the time to manage that.
There was nothing special about Harry and he knew it. He found his consolation in the fact that he had long since accepted this and was happier than others when they got his grades.
Maybe it was because of the harsh treatment of his relatives or perhaps it was simply his personality but Harry soon learned that wisdom had its own advantages.
It would serve him well as he began the most extraordinary years of schooling.