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Mr.
Dursley
always
sat
with
his
back
to
the
window
in
his
office
on
the
ninth
floor
.
If
he
had
n't
,
he
might
have
found
it
harder
to
concentrate
on
drills
that
morning
.
He
did
n't
see
the
owls
swooping
past
in
broad
daylight
,
though
people
down
in
the
street
did
;
they
pointed
and
gazed
open-mouthed
as
owl
after
owl
sped
overhead
.
Most
of
them
had
never
seen
an
owl
even
at
nighttime
.
Mr.
Dursley
,
however
,
had
a
perfectly
normal
,
owl-free
morning
.
He
yelled
at
five
different
people
.
He
made
several
important
telephone
calls
and
shouted
a
bit
more
.
He
was
in
a
very
good
mood
until
lunchtime
,
when
he
thought
he
'd
stretch
his
legs
and
walk
across
the
road
to
buy
himself
a
bun
from
the
bakery
.
He
'd
forgotten
all
about
the
people
in
cloaks
until
he
passed
a
group
of
them
next
to
the
baker
's
.
He
eyed
them
angrily
as
he
passed
.
He
did
n't
know
why
,
but
they
made
him
uneasy
.
This
bunch
were
whispering
excitedly
,
too
,
and
he
could
n't
see
a
single
collecting
tin
.
It
was
on
his
way
back
past
them
,
clutching
a
large
doughnut
in
a
bag
,
that
he
caught
a
few
words
of
what
they
were
saying
.
"
The
Potters
,
that
's
right
,
that
's
what
I
heard
--
"
"
--
yes
,
their
son
,
Harry
--
"
Mr.
Dursley
stopped
dead
.
Fear
flooded
him
.
He
looked
back
at
the
whisperers
as
if
he
wanted
to
say
something
to
them
,
but
thought
better
of
it
.
He
dashed
back
across
the
road
,
hurried
up
to
his
office
,
snapped
at
his
secretary
not
to
disturb
him
,
seized
his
telephone
,
and
had
almost
finished
dialing
his
home
number
when
he
changed
his
mind
.
He
put
the
receiver
back
down
and
stroked
his
mustache
,
thinking
...
no
,
he
was
being
stupid
.
Potter
was
n't
such
an
unusual
name
.
He
was
sure
there
were
lots
of
people
called
Potter
who
had
a
son
called
Harry
.
Come
to
think
of
it
,
he
was
n't
even
sure
his
nephew
was
called
Harry
.
He
'd
never
even
seen
the
boy
.
It
might
have
been
Harvey
.
Or
Harold
.
There
was
no
point
in
worrying
Mrs.
Dursley
;
she
always
got
so
upset
at
any
mention
of
her
sister
.
He
did
n't
blame
her
--
if
he
'd
had
a
sister
like
that
...
but
all
the
same
,
those
people
in
cloaks
...
He
found
it
a
lot
harder
to
concentrate
on
drills
that
afternoon
and
when
he
left
the
building
at
five
o'clock
,
he
was
still
so
worried
that
he
walked
straight
into
someone
just
outside
the
door
.
"
Sorry
,
"
he
grunted
,
as
the
tiny
old
man
stumbled
and
almost
fell
.
It
was
a
few
seconds
before
Mr.
Dursley
realized
that
the
man
was
wearing
a
violet
cloak
.
He
did
n't
seem
at
all
upset
at
being
almost
knocked
to
the
ground
.
On
the
contrary
,
his
face
split
into
a
wide
smile
and
he
said
in
a
squeaky
voice
that
made
passersby
stare
,
"
Do
n't
be
sorry
,
my
dear
sir
,
for
nothing
could
upset
me
today
!
Rejoice
,
for
You-Know-Who
has
gone
at
last
!
Even
Muggles
like
yourself
should
be
celebrating
,
this
happy
,
happy
day
!
"
