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"
I
think
so
,
"
said
Harry
.
Uncle
Vernon
snorted
into
his
mustache
.
Normally
,
Uncle
Vernon
would
have
asked
what
car
Mr.
Weasley
drove
;
he
tended
to
judge
other
men
by
how
big
and
expensive
their
cars
were
.
But
Harry
doubted
whether
Uncle
Vernon
would
have
taken
to
Mr.
Weasley
even
if
he
drove
a
Ferrari
.
Harry
spent
most
of
the
afternoon
in
his
bedroom
;
he
could
n't
stand
watching
Aunt
Petunia
peer
out
through
the
net
curtains
every
few
seconds
,
as
though
there
had
been
a
warning
about
an
escaped
rhinoceros
.
Finally
,
at
a
quarter
to
five
,
Harry
went
back
downstairs
and
into
the
living
room
.
Aunt
Petunia
was
compulsively
straightening
cushions
.
Uncle
Vernon
was
pretending
to
read
the
paper
,
but
his
tiny
eyes
were
not
moving
,
and
Harry
was
sure
he
was
really
listening
with
all
his
might
for
the
sound
of
an
approaching
car
.
Dudley
was
crammed
into
an
armchair
,
his
porky
hands
beneath
him
,
clamped
firmly
around
his
bottom
.
Harry
could
n't
take
the
tension
;
he
left
the
room
and
went
and
sat
on
the
stairs
in
the
hall
,
his
eyes
on
his
watch
and
his
heart
pumping
fast
from
excitement
and
nerves
.
But
five
o'clock
came
and
then
went
.
Uncle
Vernon
,
perspiring
slightly
in
his
suit
,
opened
the
front
door
,
peered
up
and
down
the
street
,
then
withdrew
his
head
quickly
.
"
They
're
late
!
"
he
snarled
at
Harry
.
"
I
know
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Maybe
-
er
-
the
traffic
's
bad
,
or
something
.
"
Ten
past
five
...
then
a
quarter
past
five
...
Harry
was
starting
to
feel
anxious
himself
now
.
At
half
past
,
he
heard
Uncle
Vernon
and
Aunt
Petunia
conversing
in
terse
mutters
in
the
living
room
.
"
No
consideration
at
all
.
"
