ailed up the mail slot.
”see,” he explai petunia through a mouthful of nails,
”if they t deliver them theyll just give up.”
”im ll work, vernon.”
”oh, these peoples minds we etunia, theyre
not like you and me,” said urying to knoail
with the piece of fruitt petunia had just brought him.
on friday, welve letters arrived for harry. as
they t gh the mail slot they had been pushed under
the door, slh the sides, and a few evehrough
the small window iairs bathroom.
uayed at home again. after burning all the
letters, he got out a hammer and nails ahe cracks
arou and back doors so no one could go out. he hummed
”tipth the tulips” as he ed at small noises.
on saturday, thio get out of hay-four letters
to harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside
each of the two doze their very ilkman had
ha petunia through the living room hile uncle
vernon made furious telephoo the post offid the
dairy trying to fio plain to, auunia shredded
the letters in her food processor.
”who os to talk to you this badly?” dudley asked
harry i.
on sunday m, u down at the breakfast table
lookiher ill, but happy.
”no post on sundays,” he remihem cheerfully as he spread
marmalade on his neers, ”oday --”
something came whizzing dowey as he spoke and
caught him sharply on the back of the head. y or
forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. the
dursleys ducked, but harry leapt irying to e.
”out! out!”
un seized harry arou ao
the hall. etunia and dudley had run out with their arms
over their faed the door shut. they could
hear the letters still streaming into the room, boung off the