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"
Farwell
,
Harry
,
"
said
Hestia
also
clasping
his
hand
.
"
Our
thoughts
go
with
you
.
"
"
I
hope
everything
's
okay
,
"
said
Harry
with
a
glance
toward
Aunt
Petunia
and
Dudley
.
"
Oh
I
'm
sure
we
shall
end
up
the
best
of
chums
,
"
said
Diggle
slightly
,
waving
his
hat
as
he
left
the
room
.
Hestia
followed
him
.
Dudley
gently
released
himself
from
his
mother
's
clutches
and
walked
toward
Harry
who
had
to
repress
an
urge
to
threaten
him
with
magic
.
Then
Dudley
held
out
his
large
,
pink
hand
.
"
Blimey
,
Dudley
,
"
said
Harry
over
Aunt
Petunia
's
renewed
sobs
,
"
did
the
dementors
blow
a
different
personality
into
you
?
"
"
Dunno
,
"
muttered
Dudley
,
"
See
you
,
Harry
"
Yea
...
"
said
Harry
,
raking
Dudley
's
hand
and
shaking
it
.
"
Maybe
.
Take
care
,
Big
D.
"
Dudley
nearly
smiled
.
They
lumbered
from
the
room
.
Harry
heard
his
heavy
footfalls
on
the
graveled
drive
,
and
then
a
car
door
slammed
.
Aunt
Petunia
whose
face
had
been
buried
in
her
handkerchief
looked
around
at
the
sound
.
She
did
not
seem
to
have
expected
to
find
herself
alone
with
Harry
.
Hastily
stowing
her
wet
handkerchief
into
her
pocket
,
she
said
,
"
Well
--
good-bye
"
and
marched
towards
the
door
without
looking
at
him
.
"
Good-bye
"
said
Harry
.
