missed, because dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his
cereal at the walls. ”little tyke,” r. dursley as he left
the house. he got into his d baber fours drive.
it was on the er of the street that he he first
sighing peculiar —— a g a map. for a sed,
mr. dursley didnt realize what he had seen —— then he jerked his
head around to look agaiabby ding on the
er of privet drive, but there wasnt a map in sight. what
could he have been thinking of? it must have been a trick of
the light. mr. dursley bliared at the cat. it stared
back. as mr. dursley drove around the d up the road, he
watched the his mirror. it was he sign that
said privet drive —— no, looking at the sign; cats t read
maps ns. mr. dursley gave himself a little shake and put the
ioward tow of nothing
except a large order of drills he i day.
but oown, drills were driven out of his mind
by something else. as he sat in the usual m traffic jam, he
t help notig that there seemed to be a lely
dressed people about. people in r. dursley t bear
people who dressed in fuhe getups you saw on young
people! he supposed this was some stupid new fashion. he drummed his
fihe steering wheel and his eyes fell ohese
weirdos standing quite close by. they were whisperiedly
together. mr. dursley was eo see that a
werent young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was,
and wearing an emerald-green cloak! the nerve of him! but then it
struck mr. dursley that this robably some silly stunt —— these
people were obviously g for somethi would
be it. the traffi aes later, mr. dursley
arrived in the grunnings parking lot, his mind ba drills.
mr. dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office
oh floor. if he hadnt, he might have found it harder to
trate on drills that m. he didhe owls swoop ing
past in broad dayli