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Harry went down to breakfast the next
morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the
kitchen table. They were watching a brand-new television, a
welcome-home-for-the-summer present for Dudley, who had been
complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the
television in the living room. Dudley had spent most of the summer
in the kitchen, his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his
five chins wobbling as he ate continually.
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: |
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... 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,
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