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Harry
jumped
up
as
though
he
had
received
an
electric
shock
,
knocked
over
his
chair
,
and
started
snatching
anything
and
everything
within
reach
from
the
floor
and
throwing
it
into
the
trunk
.
Then
as
he
lobbed
a
set
of
robes
,
two
spellbooks
,
and
a
packet
of
clasps
across
the
room
,
the
doorbell
rang
.
Downstairs
in
the
living
room
his
Uncle
Vernon
shouted
,
"
Who
the
blazes
is
calling
at
this
lime
of
night
?
"
Harry
froze
with
a
brass
telescope
in
one
hand
and
a
pair
of
trainers
in
the
other
.
He
had
completely
forgotten
to
warn
the
Dursleys
that
Dumbledore
might
be
coming
.
Feeling
both
panicky
mid
close
to
laughter
,
he
clambered
over
the
trunk
and
wrenched
open
his
bedroom
door
in
time
to
hear
a
deep
voice
say
,
"
Good
evening
.
You
must
be
Mr.
Dursley
.
I
daresay
Harry
has
told
you
I
would
be
coming
for
him
?
"
Harry
ran
down
the
stairs
two
at
a
time
,
coming
to
an
abrupt
halt
several
steps
from
the
bottom
,
as
long
experience
had
taught
him
to
remain
out
of
arm
's
reach
of
his
uncle
whenever
possible
.
There
in
the
doorway
stood
a
tall
,
thin
man
with
waist-length
silver
hair
and
beard
.
Half-moon
spectacles
were
perched
on
his
crooked
nose
,
and
he
was
wearing
a
long
black
traveling
cloak
and
pointed
hat
.
Vernon
Dursley
,
whose
mustache
was
quite
as
bushy
as
Dumbledore
's
,
though
black
,
and
who
was
wearing
a
puce
dressing
gown
,
was
staring
at
the
visitor
as
though
he
could
not
believe
his
tiny
eyes
.
"
Judging
by
your
look
of
stunned
disbelief
,
Harry
did
not
warn
you
that
I
was
coming
,
"
said
Dumbledore
pleasantly
.
"
However
,
let
us
assume
that
you
have
invited
me
warmly
into
your
house
.
It
is
unwise
to
linger
overlong
on
doorsteps
in
these
troubled
times
.
"
He
stepped
smartly
over
the
threshold
and
closed
the
front
door
behind
him
.
"
It
is
a
long
time
since
my
last
visit
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
peering
down
his
crooked
nose
at
Uncle
Vernon
.
"
I
must
say
,
your
agapanthus
are
flourishing
.
"
Vernon
Dursley
said
nothing
at
all
.
Harry
did
not
doubt
that
speech
would
return
to
him
,
and
soon
--
the
vein
pulsing
in
his
uncle
's
temple
was
reaching
danger
point
--
but
something
about
Dumbledore
seemed
to
have
robbed
him
temporarily
of
breath
.
It
might
have
been
the
blatant
wizardishness
of
his
appearance
,
but
it
might
,
too
,
have
been
that
even
Uncle
Vernon
could
sense
that
here
was
a
man
whom
it
would
be
very
difficult
to
bully
.
"
Ah
,
good
evening
Harry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
looking
up
at
him
through
his
half-moon
glasses
with
a
most
satisfied
expression
.
"
Excellent
,
excellent
.
"
