”get out, both of you,” , stuffing the
letter baside its envelope.
harry didnt move.
i waer!” he shouted.
”let me see it!” demanded dudley.
”out!” roared un, ah harry and dudley by
the scruffs of their hrew them into the hall, slamming the
kit door behind them. harry aly had a furious
but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; dudley won,
slasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach
to listen at the cra door and floor.
”vernon,” auunia was saying in a quivering voice, ”look
at the address -- how could they possibly know where he sleeps? you
dont think theyre watg the house?”
”watg -- spying -- might be following us,” muttered uncle
vernon wildly.
”but what should we do, vernon? should we write back? tell them
we dont want --”
harry could see uns shiny black shoes pad
dow.
”no,” he said finally. ”no, well ighey do
an answer... yes, thats best... we wont do anything....
”but --”
”im not havihe house, petunia! didnt hen
we took him iamp out that dangerous nonsense?”
that eve ba work, un did
something hed never done before; he visited harry in his cupboard.
”wheres my letter?” said harry, the moment un had
squeezed through the door. ”wh to me?”
” was addressed to you by mistake,” said un
shortly. ”i have bur.”
”it was not a mistake,” said harry angrily, ”it had my cupboard
on it.”
”silence!” yelled un, and a couple of spiders fell
from the g. he took a few deep breaths and then forced his
faile, which looked quite painful.
”er -- yes, harry -- about this cupboard. your aunt and i have
been think