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ing... youre really getting a bit big for it... we think

it might be nioved into dudleys se.

”why?” said harry.

”dont ask questions!” snapped his uhis stuff

upstairs, now.”

the dursleys house had four bedrooms: one for un

aunia, one for visitors (usually uns sister,

marge), one where dudley slept, and one where dudley kept all the

toys and things that wouldnt fit into his first bedroom. it only

took harry orip upstairs to m he owhe

cupboard to this room. he sat down oared around

him. hing in here was brokeh-old video camera

was lying on top of a small, w tank dudley had on over

the dhbors dog; in the er was dudleys first-ever

televisio, which hed put his fh when his favorite

program had beehere was a large birdcage, which had

once held a parrot that dudley had sed at school for a real air

rifle, ohe e because dudley

had sat on it. other shelves were full of books. they were the only

thihat looked as though theyd ouched.

from downstairs came the sound of dudley bawling at his mother, i

dont want him in there... i room... make him get out....”

harry sighed a oerday hed have

given anything to be up here. today hed rather be ba his

cupboard with that letter tha it.

m at breakfast, everyoher quiet. dudley was

in shock. hed screamed, whacked his father with his smelting stick,

been si purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise

through the greenhouse roof, aill didnt have his room

back. harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly

wishing hed opehe hall. un and aunt

petu lookiher darkly.

when the mail arrived, un, who seemed t to

be o harry, made dudley go ahey heard him banging

things with his smelting stick all the way dowhen he

shouted, ”theres another one! mr. h. potter, the smallest bedroom,

4 privet drive --”

with a strangled leapt from his seat and

ran down the hall, harry right behind him. un had to

wrestle dudley tet the letter from him, which

was made difficult by the fact that harry had grabbed un

around the ne behie of fused fighting,

in whie got hit a lot by the smelting sti

straightened up, gaspih harrys letter clutched

in his hand.

”go to your cupboard -- i mean, your bedroom,” he wheezed at

harry. ”dudley -- go -- just go.”

harry walked round and round his new room. someone knew he had

moved out of his cupboard ao know he hadnt received

his first letter. surely that meary again? and this time

hed make sure they didnt fail. he had a plan.

the repaired alarm g at six ocloext

m. harry tur off quid dressed silently. he

mustnt wake the dursleys. he stole downstairs with on

as.

he was going to wait for the postman on the er of privet

drive aers for number four first. his heart hammered

as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door --

harry leapt into the air; hed troddehing big and

squashy o -- something alive!

lights upstairs and to his horror harry realized that

the big, squashy something had been his uncles fa

had been lyi of the front door in a sleeping bag,

clearly maki harry didnt do exactly what hed been

trying to do. he shouted at harry for about half an hour and then

told him to go and make a cup of tea. harry shuffled miserably

off id by the time he got back, the mail had

arrived, right into uns lap. harry could see three

letters addressed in green ink.

i want --” he began, but un was teariers

into pieces before his eyes. un didnt go to work that

day. he stayed at home and n