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Uncle
Vernon
gave
a
great
sigh
,
which
ruffled
his
large
,
bushy
mustache
,
and
picked
up
his
spoon
.
The
doorbell
rang
.
Uncle
Vernon
heaved
himself
out
of
his
chair
and
set
off
down
the
hall
.
Quick
as
a
flash
,
while
his
mother
was
occupied
with
the
kettle
,
Dudley
stole
the
rest
of
Uncle
Vernon
's
grapefruit
.
Harry
heard
talking
at
the
door
,
and
someone
laughing
,
and
Uncle
Vernon
answering
curtly
.
Then
the
front
door
closed
,
and
the
sound
of
ripping
paper
came
from
the
hall
.
Aunt
Petunia
set
the
teapot
down
on
the
table
and
looked
curiously
around
to
see
where
Uncle
Vernon
had
got
to
.
She
did
n't
have
to
wait
long
to
find
out
;
after
about
a
minute
,
he
was
back
.
He
looked
livid
.
"
You
,
"
he
barked
at
Harry
.
"
In
the
living
room
.
Now
.
"
Bewildered
,
wondering
what
on
earth
he
was
supposed
to
have
done
this
time
,
Harry
got
up
and
followed
Uncle
Vernon
out
of
the
kitchen
and
into
the
next
room
.
Uncle
Vernon
closed
the
door
sharply
behind
both
of
them
.
"
So
,
"
he
said
,
marching
over
to
the
fireplace
and
turning
to
face
Harry
as
though
he
were
about
to
pronounce
him
under
arrest
.
"
So
.
"
Harry
would
have
dearly
loved
to
have
said
,
"
So
what
?
"
but
he
did
n't
feel
that
Uncle
Vernon
's
temper
should
be
tested
this
early
in
the
morning
,
especially
when
it
was
already
under
severe
strain
from
lack
of
food
.
He
therefore
settled
for
looking
politely
puzzled
.
"
This
just
arrived
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
.
He
brandished
a
piece
of
purple
writing
paper
at
Harry
.
"
A
letter
.
About
you
.
"
