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Harry
did
n't
move
.
"
I
WANT
MY
LETTER
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Let
me
see
it
!
"
demanded
Dudley
.
"
OUT
!
"
roared
Uncle
Vernon
,
and
he
took
both
Harry
and
Dudley
by
the
scruffs
of
their
necks
and
threw
them
into
the
hall
,
slamming
the
kitchen
door
behind
them
.
Harry
and
Dudley
promptly
had
a
furious
but
silent
fight
over
who
would
listen
at
the
keyhole
;
Dudley
won
,
so
Harry
,
his
glasses
dangling
from
one
ear
,
lay
flat
on
his
stomach
to
listen
at
the
crack
between
door
and
floor
.
"
Vernon
,
"
Aunt
Petunia
was
saying
in
a
quivering
voice
,
"
look
at
the
address
--
how
could
they
possibly
know
where
he
sleeps
?
You
do
n't
think
they
're
watching
the
house
?
"
"
Watching
--
spying
--
might
be
following
us
,
"
muttered
Uncle
Vernon
wildly
.
"
But
what
should
we
do
,
Vernon
?
Should
we
write
back
?
Tell
them
we
do
n't
want
--
"
Harry
could
see
Uncle
Vernon
's
shiny
black
shoes
pacing
up
and
down
the
kitchen
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
No
,
we
'll
ignore
it
.
If
they
do
n't
get
an
answer
...
Yes
,
that
's
best
...
we
wo
n't
do
anything
...
"
"
But
--
"
