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I need to translate this text into Arabic, but it should be not like the other translation, I mean not like the translation which is in the Arabic version book, or on the Internet.
+ write an explanation like in the picture + and annotations like the red line (it should be more than 5 words.. and less than 10 words) + the source>> it could be from a book, such as: Translation as a problem and solutions & In other words.
>>>>>><<<<<<<< The Worst Birthday At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harry’s parents had died in Voldemort’s attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow — nobody understood why Voldemort’s powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry. So Harry had been brought up by his dead mother’s sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys’ story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents. And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous . . . but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly. Dursleys hadn’t even remembered that today happened to be Harry’s twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadn’t been high; they’d never given him a real present, let alone a cake — but to ignore it completely . . . At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, “Now, as we all know, today is a very important day.” Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it. “ is could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career,” said Uncle Vernon. Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He’d been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon’s company made drills). “I think we should run through the schedule one more time,” said Uncle Vernon. “We should all be in position at eight o’clock. Petunia, you will be — ?” “In the lounge,” said Aunt Petunia promptly, “waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.” “Good, good. And Dudley?” “I’ll be waiting to open the door.” Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. “May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?” “ ey’ll love him!” cried Aunt Petunia rapturously. Excellent, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. “And you?” “I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I’m not there,” said Harry tonelessly. “Exactly,” said Uncle Vernon nastily. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?” “Vernon tells me you’re a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. . . . Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason. . . .” “Perfect . . . Dudley?” “How about — ‘We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.’” is was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn’t see him laughing. “And you, boy?” Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged. “I’ll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I’m not there,” he said. “Too right, you will,” said Uncle Vernon forcefully.