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A
feeling
of
great
gloom
in
his
stomach
,
Harry
pulled
the
door
open
.
On
the
threshold
stood
Aunt
Marge
.
She
was
very
like
Uncle
Vernon
:
large
,
beefy
,
and
purple-faced
,
she
even
had
a
mustache
,
though
not
as
bushy
as
his
.
In
one
hand
she
held
an
enormous
suitcase
,
and
tucked
under
the
other
was
an
old
and
evil-tempered
bulldog
.
"
Where
's
my
Dudders
?
"
roared
Aunt
Marge
.
"
Where
's
my
neffy
poo
?
"
Dudley
came
waddling
down
the
hall
,
his
blond
hair
plastered
flat
to
his
fat
head
,
a
bow
tie
just
visible
under
his
many
chins
.
Aunt
Marge
thrust
the
suitcase
into
Harry
's
stomach
,
knocking
the
wind
out
of
him
,
seized
Dudley
in
a
tight
one-armed
hug
,
and
planted
a
large
kiss
on
his
cheek
.
Harry
knew
perfectly
well
that
Dudley
only
put
up
with
Aunt
Marge
's
hugs
because
he
was
well
paid
for
it
,
and
sure
enough
,
when
they
broke
apart
,
Dudley
had
a
crisp
twenty-pound
note
clutched
in
his
fat
fist
.
"
Petunia
!
"
shouted
Aunt
Marge
,
striding
past
Harry
as
though
he
was
a
hat-stand
.
Aunt
Marge
and
Aunt
Petunia
kissed
,
or
rather
,
Aunt
Marge
bumped
her
large
jaw
against
Aunt
Petunias
bony
cheekbone
.
Uncle
Vernon
now
came
in
,
smiling
jovially
as
he
shut
the
door
.
"
Tea
,
Marge
?
"
he
said
.
"
And
what
will
Ripper
take
?
"
"
Ripper
can
have
some
tea
out
of
my
saucer
,
"
said
Aunt
Marge
as
they
all
proceeded
into
the
kitchen
,
leaving
Harry
alone
in
the
hall
with
the
suitcase
.
But
Harry
was
n't
complaining
;
any
excuse
not
to
be
with
Aunt
Marge
was
fine
by
him
,
so
he
began
to
heave
the
case
upstairs
into
the
spare
bedroom
,
taking
as
long
as
he
could
.
By
the
time
he
got
back
to
the
kitchen
,
Aunt
Marge
had
been
supplied
with
tea
and
fruitcake
,
and
Ripper
was
lapping
noisily
in
the
corner
.
Harry
saw
Aunt
Petunia
wince
slightly
as
specks
of
tea
and
drool
flecked
her
clean
floor
.
Aunt
Petunia
hated
animals
.
