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He
sat
down
on
the
bed
and
stared
around
him
.
Nearly
everything
in
here
was
broken
.
The
month-old
video
camera
was
lying
on
top
of
a
small
,
working
tank
Dudley
had
once
driven
over
the
next
door
neighbor
's
dog
;
in
the
corner
was
Dudley
's
first-ever
television
set
,
which
he
'd
put
his
foot
through
when
his
favorite
program
had
been
canceled
;
there
was
a
large
birdcage
,
which
had
once
held
a
parrot
that
Dudley
had
swapped
at
school
for
a
real
air
rifle
,
which
was
up
on
a
shelf
with
the
end
all
bent
because
Dudley
had
sat
on
it
.
Other
shelves
were
full
of
books
.
They
were
the
only
things
in
the
room
that
looked
as
though
they
'd
never
been
touched
.
From
downstairs
came
the
sound
of
Dudley
bawling
at
his
mother
,
I
do
n't
want
him
in
there
...
I
need
that
room
...
make
him
get
out
...
"
Harry
sighed
and
stretched
out
on
the
bed
.
Yesterday
he
'd
have
given
anything
to
be
up
here
.
Today
he
'd
rather
be
back
in
his
cupboard
with
that
letter
than
up
here
without
it
.
Next
morning
at
breakfast
,
everyone
was
rather
quiet
.
Dudley
was
in
shock
.
He
'd
screamed
,
whacked
his
father
with
his
Smelting
stick
,
been
sick
on
purpose
,
kicked
his
mother
,
and
thrown
his
tortoise
through
the
greenhouse
roof
,
and
he
still
did
n't
have
his
room
back
.
Harry
was
thinking
about
this
time
yesterday
and
bitterly
wishing
he
'd
opened
the
letter
in
the
hall
.
Uncle
Vernon
and
Aunt
Petunia
kept
looking
at
each
other
darkly
.
When
the
mail
arrived
,
Uncle
Vernon
,
who
seemed
to
be
trying
to
be
nice
to
Harry
,
made
Dudley
go
and
get
it
.
They
heard
him
banging
things
with
his
Smelting
stick
all
the
way
down
the
hall
.
Then
he
shouted
,
"
There
's
another
one
!
'M
r.
H.
Potter
,
The
Smallest
Bedroom
,
4
Privet
Drive
--
'
"
With
a
strangled
cry
,
Uncle
Vernon
leapt
from
his
seat
and
ran
down
the
hall
,
Harry
right
behind
him
.
Uncle
Vernon
had
to
wrestle
Dudley
to
the
ground
to
get
the
letter
from
him
,
which
was
made
difficult
by
the
fact
that
Harry
had
grabbed
Uncle
Vernon
around
the
neck
from
behind
.
After
a
minute
of
confused
fighting
,
in
which
everyone
got
hit
a
lot
by
the
Smelting
stick
,
Uncle
Vernon
straightened
up
,
gasping
for
breath
,
with
Harry
's
letter
clutched
in
his
hand
.
"
Go
to
your
cupboard
--
I
mean
,
your
bedroom
,
"
he
wheezed
at
Harry
.
"
Dudley
--
go
--
just
go
.
"
Harry
walked
round
and
round
his
new
room
.
Someone
knew
he
had
moved
out
of
his
cupboard
and
they
seemed
to
know
he
had
n't
received
his
first
letter
.
Surely
that
meant
they
'd
try
again
?
And
this
time
he
'd
make
sure
they
did
n't
fail
.
He
had
a
plan
.
The
repaired
alarm
clock
rang
at
six
o'clock
the
next
morning
.
Harry
turned
it
off
quickly
and
dressed
silently
.
He
must
n't
wake
the
Dursleys
.
He
stole
downstairs
without
turning
on
any
of
the
lights
.
He
was
going
to
wait
for
the
postman
on
the
corner
of
Privet
Drive
and
get
the
letters
for
number
four
first
.
His
heart
hammered
as
he
crept
across
the
dark
hall
toward
the
front
door
--
