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"
Bad
news
,
Vernon
,
"
she
said
.
"
Mrs.
Figg
's
broken
her
leg
.
She
ca
n't
take
him
.
"
She
jerked
her
head
in
Harry
's
direction
.
Dudley
's
mouth
fell
open
in
horror
,
but
Harry
's
heart
gave
a
leap
.
Every
year
on
Dudley
's
birthday
,
his
parents
took
him
and
a
friend
out
for
the
day
,
to
adventure
parks
,
hamburger
restaurants
,
or
the
movies
.
Every
year
,
Harry
was
left
behind
with
Mrs.
Figg
,
a
mad
old
lady
who
lived
two
streets
away
.
Harry
hated
it
there
.
The
whole
house
smelled
of
cabbage
and
Mrs.
Figg
made
him
look
at
photographs
of
all
the
cats
she
'd
ever
owned
.
"
Now
what
?
"
said
Aunt
Petunia
,
looking
furiously
at
Harry
as
though
he
'd
planned
this
.
Harry
knew
he
ought
to
feel
sorry
that
Mrs.
Figg
had
broken
her
leg
,
but
it
was
n't
easy
when
he
reminded
himself
it
would
be
a
whole
year
before
he
had
to
look
at
Tibbles
,
Snowy
,
Mr.
Paws
,
and
Tufty
again
.
"
We
could
phone
Marge
,
"
Uncle
Vernon
suggested
.
"
Do
n't
be
silly
,
Vernon
,
she
hates
the
boy
.
"
The
Dursleys
often
spoke
about
Harry
like
this
,
as
though
he
was
n't
there
--
or
rather
,
as
though
he
was
something
very
nasty
that
could
n't
understand
them
,
like
a
slug
.
"
What
about
what
's
-
her-name
,
your
friend
--
Yvonne
?
"
"
On
vacation
in
Majorca
,
"
snapped
Aunt
Petunia
.
"
You
could
just
leave
me
here
,
"
Harry
put
in
hopefully
(
he
'd
be
able
to
watch
what
he
wanted
on
television
for
a
change
and
maybe
even
have
a
go
on
Dudley
's
computer
)
.
Aunt
Petunia
looked
as
though
she
'd
just
swallowed
a
lemon
.
