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Harry
was
still
an
underage
wizard
,
and
he
was
forbidden
by
wizard
law
to
do
magic
outside
school
.
His
record
was
n't
exactly
clean
either
.
Only
last
summer
he
'd
gotten
an
official
warning
that
had
stated
quite
clearly
that
if
the
Ministry
got
wind
of
any
more
magic
in
Privet
Drive
,
Harry
would
face
expulsion
from
Hogwarts
.
He
heard
the
Dursleys
leaving
the
table
and
hurried
upstairs
out
of
the
way
.
Harry
got
through
the
next
three
days
by
forcing
himself
to
think
about
his
Handbook
of
Do-It-Yourself
Broomcare
whenever
Aunt
Marge
started
on
him
.
This
worked
quite
well
,
though
it
seemed
to
give
him
a
glazed
look
,
because
Aunt
Marge
started
voicing
the
opinion
that
he
was
mentally
subnormal
.
At
last
,
at
long
last
,
the
final
evening
of
Marge
's
stay
arrived
.
Aunt
Petunia
cooked
a
fancy
dinner
and
Uncle
Vernon
uncorked
several
bottles
of
wine
.
They
got
all
the
way
through
the
soup
and
the
salmon
without
a
single
mention
of
Harry
's
faults
;
during
the
lemon
meringue
pie
,
Uncle
Vernon
bored
them
a
with
a
long
talk
about
Grunnings
,
his
drill-making
company
;
then
Aunt
Petunia
made
coffee
and
Uncle
Vernon
brought
out
a
bottle
of
brandy
.
"
Can
I
tempt
you
,
Marge
?
"
Aunt
Marge
had
already
had
quite
a
lot
of
wine
.
Her
huge
face
was
very
red
.
"
Just
a
small
one
,
then
,
"
she
chuckled
.
"
A
bit
more
than
that
...
and
a
bit
more
...
that
's
the
ticket
.
"
Dudley
was
eating
his
fourth
slice
of
pie
.
Aunt
Petunia
was
sipping
coffee
with
her
little
finger
sticking
out
.
Harry
really
wanted
to
disappear
into
his
bedroom
,
but
he
met
Uncle
Vernon
's
angry
little
eyes
and
knew
he
would
have
to
sit
it
out
.
"
Aah
,
"
said
Aunt
Marge
,
smacking
her
lips
and
putting
the
empty
brandy
glass
back
down
.
"
Excellent
nosh
,
Petunia
.
It
's
normally
just
a
fry-up
for
me
of
an
evening
,
with
twelve
dogs
to
look
after
...
"
She
burped
richly
and
patted
her
great
tweed
stomach
.
"
Pardon
me
.
But
I
do
like
to
see
a
healthy-sized
boy
,
"
she
went
on
,
winking
at
Dudley
.
"
You
'll
be
a
proper-sized
man
,
Dudders
,
like
your
father
.
Yes
,
I
'll
have
a
spot
more
brandy
,
Vernon
...
"
"
Now
,
this
one
here
--
"
