it was freezi. icy sea spray and rai down
their ned a d whipped their faces. after what seemed
like hours they reached the rock, where un, slipping and
slidihe way to the broken-down house.
the inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed,
the wihrough the gaps in the wooden walls, and the
fireplace ty. there were only two rooms.
uns ratioo be a bag of chips ead
four bao start a fire but the empty chip bags just
smoked and shriveled up.
”e of those letters now, eh?” he said
cheerfully.
he was in a very good mood. obviously he thought nobody stood
a ce them here in a storm to deliver mail. harry
privately agreed, though the thought didnt cheer him up at all.
as he promised storm blew up around them. spray
from the high lattered the walls of the hut and a fierce
wihe filthy etunia found a few moldy
blahe seade up a bed for dudley on the
moth-eaten sofa. she and u off to the lumpy bed
door, and harry was left to fi bit of floor he
d to der the thi ragged bla.
the sted more and more ferociously as the
on. harry t sleep. he shivered aryi
fortable, his st with hunger. dudleys snores were
drowhe low rolls of thuarted near midnight. the
lighted dial of dudleys as dahe edge of
the sofa on his fat wrist, told harry hed be elevees
time. he lay and watched his birthday tiearer, w if the
dursleys would remember at all, w where the letter writer
was now.
five mio go. harry heard somethiside. he hoped
the roof wasnt going to fall in, although he might be warmer if
it did. four mio go. maybe the house i drive would
be so full of letters whe back that hed be able to steal
one somehow.
three minutes