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Harry
was
on
the
point
of
unfolding
his
letter
,
which
was
written
on
the
same
heavy
parchment
as
the
envelope
,
when
it
was
jerked
sharply
out
of
his
hand
by
Uncle
Vernon
.
"
That
's
mine
!
"
said
Harry
,
trying
to
snatch
it
back
.
"
Who
'd
be
writing
to
you
?
"
sneered
Uncle
Vernon
,
shaking
the
letter
open
with
one
hand
and
glancing
at
it
.
His
face
went
from
red
to
green
faster
than
a
set
of
traffic
lights
.
And
it
did
n't
stop
there
.
Within
seconds
it
was
the
grayish
white
of
old
porridge
.
"
P-P-Petunia
!
"
he
gasped
.
Dudley
tried
to
grab
the
letter
to
read
it
,
but
Uncle
Vernon
held
it
high
out
of
his
reach
.
Aunt
Petunia
took
it
curiously
and
read
the
first
line
.
For
a
moment
it
looked
as
though
she
might
faint
.
She
clutched
her
throat
and
made
a
choking
noise
.
"
Vernon
!
Oh
my
goodness
--
Vernon
!
"
They
stared
at
each
other
,
seeming
to
have
forgotten
that
Harry
and
Dudley
were
still
in
the
room
.
Dudley
was
n't
used
to
being
ignored
.
He
gave
his
father
a
sharp
tap
on
the
head
with
his
Smelting
stick
.
"
I
want
to
read
that
letter
,
"
he
said
loudly
.
"
I
want
to
read
it
,
"
said
Harry
furiously
,
"
as
it
's
mine
.
"
"
Get
out
,
both
of
you
,
"
croaked
Uncle
Vernon
,
stuffing
the
letter
back
inside
its
envelope
.
