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'
Then
why
--
?
'
'
He
must
have
sent
them
,
'
said
Harry
quietly
,
more
to
himself
than
to
Uncle
Vernon
.
'
What
's
that
?
Who
must
have
sent
them
?
'
'
Lord
Voldemort
,
'
said
Harry
.
He
registered
dimly
how
strange
it
was
that
the
Dursleys
,
who
flinched
,
winced
and
squawked
if
they
heard
words
like
'
wizard
'
,
'm
agic
'
or
'
wand
'
,
could
hear
the
name
of
the
most
evil
wizard
of
all
time
without
the
slightest
tremor
.
'
Lord
--
hang
on
,
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
his
face
screwed
up
,
a
look
of
dawning
comprehension
coming
into
his
piggy
eyes
.
'
I
've
heard
that
name
...
that
was
the
one
who
...
'
'M
urdered
my
parents
,
yes
,
'
Harry
said
dully
.
'
But
he
's
gone
,
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
impatiently
,
without
the
slightest
sign
that
the
murder
of
Harry
's
parents
might
be
a
painful
topic
.
'
That
giant
bloke
said
so
.
He
's
gone
.
'
'
He
's
back
,
'
said
Harry
heavily
.
It
felt
very
strange
to
be
standing
here
in
Aunt
Petunia
's
surgically
clean
kitchen
,
beside
the
top-of-the-range
fridge
and
the
wide-screen
television
,
talking
calmly
of
Lord
Voldemort
to
Uncle
Vernon
.
The
arrival
of
the
dementors
in
Little
Whinging
seemed
to
have
breached
the
great
,
invisible
wall
that
divided
the
relentlessly
non-magical
world
of
Privet
Drive
and
the
world
beyond
.
Harry
's
two
lives
had
somehow
become
fused
and
everything
had
been
turned
upside-down
;
the
Dursleys
were
asking
for
details
about
the
magical
world
,
and
Mrs.
Figg
knew
Albus
Dumbledore
;
dementors
were
soaring
around
Little
Whinging
,
and
he
might
never
return
to
Hogwarts
.
Harry
's
head
throbbed
more
painfully
.
