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"
Budge
up
,
yeh
great
lump
,
"
said
the
stranger
.
Dudley
squeaked
and
ran
to
hide
behind
his
mother
,
who
was
crouching
,
terrified
,
behind
Uncle
Vernon
.
"
An
'
here
's
Harry
!
"
said
the
giant
.
Harry
looked
up
into
the
fierce
,
wild
,
shadowy
face
and
saw
that
the
beetle
eyes
were
crinkled
in
a
smile
.
"
Las
'
time
I
saw
you
,
you
was
only
a
baby
,
"
said
the
giant
.
"
Yeh
look
a
lot
like
yer
dad
,
but
yeh
've
got
yer
mom
's
eyes
.
"
Uncle
Vernon
made
a
funny
rasping
noise
.
"
I
demand
that
you
leave
at
once
,
sir
!
"
he
said
.
"
You
are
breaking
and
entering
!
"
"
Ah
,
shut
up
,
Dursley
,
yeh
great
prune
,
"
said
the
giant
;
he
reached
over
the
back
of
the
sofa
,
jerked
the
gun
out
of
Uncle
Vernon
's
hands
,
bent
it
into
a
knot
as
easily
as
if
it
had
been
made
of
rubber
,
and
threw
it
into
a
corner
of
the
room
.
Uncle
Vernon
made
another
funny
noise
,
like
a
mouse
being
trodden
on
.
"
Anyway
--
Harry
,
"
said
the
giant
,
turning
his
back
on
the
Dursleys
,
"
a
very
happy
birthday
to
yeh
.
Got
summat
fer
yeh
here
--
I
mighta
sat
on
it
at
some
point
,
but
it
'll
taste
all
right
.
"
