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,