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Harry
sat
down
between
Dudley
and
Uncle
Vernon
,
a
large
,
beefy
man
with
very
little
neck
and
a
lot
of
mustache
.
Far
from
wishing
Harry
a
happy
birthday
,
none
of
the
Dursleys
made
any
sign
that
they
had
noticed
Harry
enter
the
room
,
but
Harry
was
far
too
used
to
this
to
care
.
He
helped
himself
to
a
piece
of
toast
and
then
looked
up
at
the
reporter
on
the
television
,
who
was
halfway
through
a
report
on
an
escaped
convict
.
"
...
the
public
is
warned
that
Black
is
armed
and
extremely
dangerous
.
A
special
hot
line
has
been
set
up
,
and
any
sighting
of
Black
should
be
reported
immediately
.
"
"
No
need
to
tell
us
he
's
no
good
,
"
snorted
Uncle
Vernon
,
staring
over
the
top
of
his
newspaper
at
the
prisoner
.
"
Look
at
the
state
of
him
,
the
filthy
layabout
!
Look
at
his
hair
!
"
He
shot
a
nasty
look
sideways
at
Harry
,
whose
untidy
hair
had
always
been
a
source
of
great
annoyance
to
Uncle
Vernon
.
Compared
to
the
man
on
the
television
,
however
,
whose
gaunt
face
was
surrounded
by
a
matted
,
elbow-length
tangle
,
Harry
felt
very
well
groomed
indeed
.
The
reporter
had
reappeared
.
"
The
Ministry
of
Agriculture
and
Fisheries
will
announce
today
--
"
"
Hang
on
!
"
barked
Uncle
Vernon
,
staring
furiously
at
the
reporter
.
"
You
did
n't
tell
us
where
that
maniac
's
escaped
from
!
What
use
is
that
?
Lunatic
could
be
coming
up
the
street
right
now
!
"
Aunt
Petunia
,
who
was
bony
and
horse-faced
,
whipped
around
and
peered
intently
out
of
the
kitchen
window
.
Harry
knew
Aunt
Petunia
would
simply
love
to
be
the
one
to
call
the
hot
line
number
.
She
was
the
nosiest
woman
in
the
world
and
spent
most
of
her
life
spying
on
the
boring
,
law-abiding
neighbors
.
"
When
will
they
learn
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
pounding
the
table
with
his
large
purple
fist
,
"
that
hanging
's
the
only
way
to
deal
with
these
people
?
"
"
Very
true
,
"
said
Aunt
Petunia
,
who
was
still
squinting
into
next
door
's
runner-beans
.
