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He
looked
so
dangerous
with
half
his
mustache
missing
that
no
one
dared
argue
.
Ten
minutes
later
they
had
wrenched
their
way
through
the
boarded-up
doors
and
were
in
the
car
,
speeding
toward
the
highway
.
Dudley
was
sniffling
in
the
back
seat
;
his
father
had
hit
him
round
the
head
for
holding
them
up
while
he
tried
to
pack
his
television
,
VCR
,
and
computer
in
his
sports
bag
.
They
drove
.
And
they
drove
.
Even
Aunt
Petunia
did
n't
dare
ask
where
they
were
going
.
Every
now
and
then
Uncle
Vernon
would
take
a
sharp
turn
and
drive
in
the
opposite
direction
for
a
while
.
"
Shake
'em
off
...
shake
'em
off
,
"
he
would
mutter
whenever
he
did
this
.
They
did
n't
stop
to
eat
or
drink
all
day
.
By
nightfall
Dudley
was
howling
.
He
'd
never
had
such
a
bad
day
in
his
life
.
He
was
hungry
,
he
'd
missed
five
television
programs
he
'd
wanted
to
see
,
and
he
'd
never
gone
so
long
without
blowing
up
an
alien
on
his
computer
.
Uncle
Vernon
stopped
at
last
outside
a
gloomy-looking
hotel
on
the
outskirts
of
a
big
city
.
Dudley
and
Harry
shared
a
room
with
twin
beds
and
damp
,
musty
sheets
.
Dudley
snored
but
Harry
stayed
awake
,
sitting
on
the
windowsill
,
staring
down
at
the
lights
of
passing
cars
and
wondering
...
They
ate
stale
cornflakes
and
cold
tinned
tomatoes
on
toast
for
breakfast
the
next
day
.
They
had
just
finished
when
the
owner
of
the
hotel
came
over
to
their
table
.
"
'S
cuse
me
,
but
is
one
of
you
Mr.
H.
Potter
?
Only
I
got
about
an
'
undred
of
these
at
the
front
desk
.
"
She
held
up
a
letter
so
they
could
read
the
green
ink
address
:
Mr.
H.
Potter
