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He
had
imagined
it
,
there
was
no
other
explanation
;
imagined
it
,
because
he
had
been
thinking
of
his
dead
headmaster
.
If
anything
was
certain
,
it
was
that
the
bright
blue
eyes
of
Albus
Dumbledore
would
never
pierce
him
again
.
The
sound
of
the
front
door
slamming
echoed
up
the
stairs
and
a
voice
roared
,
"
Oh
!
You
!
"
Sixteen
years
of
being
addressed
thus
left
Harry
in
no
doubt
when
his
uncle
was
calling
,
nevertheless
,
he
did
not
immediately
respond
.
He
was
still
at
the
narrow
fragment
in
which
,
for
a
split
second
,
he
had
thought
he
saw
Dumbledore
's
eye
.
It
was
not
until
his
uncle
bellowed
,
"
BOY
!
"
that
Harry
got
slowly
out
of
bed
and
headed
for
the
bedroom
door
,
pausing
to
add
the
piece
of
broken
mirror
to
the
rucksack
filled
with
things
he
would
be
taking
with
him
.
"
You
took
you
time
!
"
roared
Vernon
Dursley
when
Harry
appeared
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
"
Get
down
here
.
I
want
a
word
!
"
Harry
strolled
downstairs
,
his
hands
deep
in
his
pants
pockets
.
When
he
searched
the
living
room
he
found
all
three
Dursleys
.
They
were
dressed
for
packing
;
Uncle
Vernon
in
an
old
ripped-up
jacket
and
Dudley
,
Harry
's
,
large
,
blond
,
muscular
cousin
,
in
his
leather
jacket
.
"
Yes
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
Sit
down
!
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
.
Harry
raised
his
eyebrows
.
"
Please
!
"
added
Uncle
Vernon
,
wincing
slightly
as
though
the
word
was
sharp
in
his
throat
.
Harry
sat
.
He
thought
he
knew
what
was
coming
.
His
uncle
began
to
pace
up
and
down
,
Aunt
Petunia
and
Dudley
,
following
his
movement
with
anxious
expressions
.
Finally
,
his
large
purple
face
crumpled
with
concentration
.
Uncle
Vernon
stopped
in
front
of
Harry
and
spoke
.
"
I
've
changed
my
mind
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
a
surprise
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Do
n't
you
take
that
tone
--
"
began
Aunt
Petunia
in
a
shrill
voice
,
but
Vernon
Dursley
waved
her
down
"
It
's
all
a
lot
of
claptrap
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
glaring
at
Harry
with
piggy
little
eyes
.
"
I
've
decided
I
do
n't
believe
a
word
of
it
.
We
're
staying
put
,
we
're
not
going
anywhere
.
"
