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"
Where
's
the
cannon
?
"
he
said
stupidly
.
There
was
a
crash
behind
them
and
Uncle
Vernon
came
skidding
into
the
room
.
He
was
holding
a
rifle
in
his
hands
-
now
they
knew
what
had
been
in
the
long
,
thin
package
he
had
brought
with
them
.
"
Who
's
there
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
I
warn
you
--
I
'm
armed
!
"
There
was
a
pause
.
Then
--
SMASH
!
The
door
was
hit
with
such
force
that
it
swung
clean
off
its
hinges
and
with
a
deafening
crash
landed
flat
on
the
floor
.
A
giant
of
a
man
was
standing
in
the
doorway
.
His
face
was
almost
completely
hidden
by
a
long
,
shaggy
mane
of
hair
and
a
wild
,
tangled
beard
,
but
you
could
make
out
his
eyes
,
glinting
like
black
beetles
under
all
the
hair
.
The
giant
squeezed
his
way
into
the
hut
,
stooping
so
that
his
head
just
brushed
the
ceiling
.
He
bent
down
,
picked
up
the
door
,
and
fitted
it
easily
back
into
its
frame
.
The
noise
of
the
storm
outside
dropped
a
little
.
He
turned
to
look
at
them
all
.
"
Could
n't
make
us
a
cup
o
'
tea
,
could
yeh
?
It
's
not
been
an
easy
journey
...
"
He
strode
over
to
the
sofa
where
Dudley
sat
frozen
with
fear
.
