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The
atmosphere
inside
number
four
,
Privet
Drive
was
extremely
tense
.
The
imminent
arrival
at
their
house
of
an
assortment
of
wizards
was
making
the
Dursleys
uptight
and
irritable
.
Uncle
Vernon
had
looked
downright
alarmed
when
Harry
informed
him
that
the
Weasleys
would
be
arriving
at
five
o'clock
the
very
next
day
.
"
I
hope
you
told
them
to
dress
properly
,
these
people
,
"
he
snarled
at
once
.
"
I
've
seen
the
sort
of
stuff
your
lot
wear
.
They
'd
better
have
the
decency
to
put
on
normal
clothes
,
that
's
all
.
"
Harry
felt
a
slight
sense
of
foreboding
.
He
had
rarely
seen
Mr.
or
Mrs.
Weasley
wearing
anything
that
the
Dursleys
would
call
"
normal
.
"
Their
children
might
don
Muggle
clothing
during
the
holidays
,
but
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Weasley
usually
wore
long
robes
in
varying
states
of
shabbiness
.
Harry
was
n't
bothered
about
what
the
neighbors
would
think
,
but
he
was
anxious
about
how
rude
the
Dursleys
might
be
to
the
Weasleys
if
they
turned
up
looking
like
their
worst
idea
of
wizards
.
Uncle
Vernon
had
put
on
his
best
suit
.
To
some
people
,
this
might
have
looked
like
a
gesture
of
welcome
,
but
Harry
knew
it
was
because
Uncle
Vernon
wanted
to
look
impressive
and
intimidating
.
Dudley
,
on
the
other
hand
,
looked
somehow
diminished
.
This
was
not
because
the
diet
was
at
last
taking
effect
,
but
due
to
fright
.
Dudley
had
emerged
from
his
last
encounter
with
a
fully
grown
wizard
with
a
curly
pig
's
tail
poking
out
of
the
seat
of
his
trousers
,
and
Aunt
Petunia
and
Uncle
Vernon
had
had
to
pay
for
its
removal
at
a
private
hospital
in
London
.
It
was
n't
altogether
surprising
,
therefore
,
that
Dudley
kept
running
his
hand
nervously
over
his
backside
,
and
walking
sideways
from
room
to
room
,
so
as
not
to
present
the
same
target
to
the
enemy
.
Lunch
was
an
almost
silent
meal
.
Dudley
did
n't
even
protest
at
the
food
(
cottage
cheese
and
grated
celery
)
.
Aunt
Petunia
was
n't
,
eating
anything
at
all
.
Her
arms
were
folded
,
her
lips
were
pursed
,
and
she
seemed
to
be
chewing
her
tongue
,
as
though
biting
back
the
furious
diatribe
she
longed
to
throw
at
Harry
.
"
They
'll
be
driving
,
of
course
?
"
Uncle
Vernon
barked
across
the
table
.
"
Er
,
"
said
Harry
.
He
had
n't
thought
of
that
.
How
were
the
Weasleys
going
to
pick
him
up
?
They
did
n't
have
a
car
anymore
;
the
old
Ford
Anglia
they
had
once
owned
was
currently
running
wild
in
the
Forbidden
Forest
at
Hogwarts
.
But
Mr.
Weasley
had
borrowed
a
Ministry
of
Magic
car
last
year
;
possibly
he
would
do
the
same
today
?
