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'
I
see
,
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
looking
from
his
white-faced
wife
to
Harry
and
hitching
up
his
trousers
.
He
seemed
to
be
swelling
,
his
great
purple
face
stretching
before
Harry
's
eyes
.
'
Well
,
that
settles
it
,
'
he
said
,
his
shirt
front
straining
as
he
inflated
himself
,
'
you
can
get
out
of
this
house
,
boy
!
'
'
What
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
You
heard
me
--
OUT
!
'
Uncle
Vernon
bellowed
,
and
even
Aunt
Petunia
and
Dudley
jumped
.
'
OUT
!
OUT
!
I
should
've
done
this
years
ago
!
Owls
treating
the
place
like
a
rest
home
,
puddings
exploding
,
half
the
lounge
destroyed
,
Dudley
's
tail
,
Marge
bobbing
around
on
the
ceiling
and
that
flying
Ford
Anglia
--
OUT
!
OUT
!
You
've
had
it
!
You
're
history
!
You
're
not
staying
here
if
some
loony
's
after
you
,
you
're
not
endangering
my
wife
and
son
,
you
're
not
bringing
trouble
down
on
us
,
if
you
're
going
the
same
way
as
your
useless
parents
,
I
've
had
it
!
OUT
!
'
Harry
stood
rooted
to
the
spot
.
The
letters
from
the
Ministry
,
Mr.
Weasley
and
Sirius
were
all
crushed
in
his
left
hand
.
Do
n't
leave
the
house
again
,
whatever
you
do
.
DO
NOT
LEAVE
YOUR
AUNT
AND
UNCLE
'S
HOUSE
.
'
You
heard
me
!
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
bending
forwards
now
,
his
massive
purple
face
coming
so
close
to
Harry
's
,
he
actually
felt
flecks
of
spit
hit
his
face
.
'
Get
going
!
You
were
all
keen
to
leave
half
an
hour
ago
!
I
'm
right
behind
you
!
Get
out
and
never
darken
our
doorstep
again
!
Why
we
ever
kept
you
in
the
first
place
,
I
do
n't
know
,
Marge
was
right
,
it
should
have
been
the
orphanage
.
We
were
too
damn
soft
for
our
own
good
,
thought
we
could
squash
it
out
of
you
,
thought
we
could
turn
you
normal
,
but
you
've
been
rotten
from
the
beginning
and
I
've
had
enough
--
OWLS
!
'
The
fifth
owl
zoomed
down
the
chimney
so
fast
it
actually
hit
the
floor
before
zooming
into
the
air
again
with
a
loud
screech
.
Harry
raised
his
hand
to
seize
the
letter
,
which
was
in
a
scarlet
envelope
,
but
it
soared
straight
over
his
head
,
flying
directly
at
Aunt
Petunia
,
who
let
out
a
scream
and
ducked
,
her
arms
over
her
face
.
The
owl
dropped
the
red
envelope
on
her
head
,
turned
,
and
flew
straight
back
up
the
chimney
.
Harry
darted
forwards
to
pick
up
the
letter
,
but
Aunt
Petunia
beat
him
to
it
.
'
You
can
open
it
if
you
like
,
'
said
Harry
,
'
but
I
'll
hear
what
it
says
anyway
.
That
's
a
Howler
.
'
'
Let
go
of
it
,
Petunia
!
'
roared
Uncle
Vernon
.
'D
o
n't
touch
it
,
it
could
be
dangerous
!
'
