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Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
"Iwillifshedoes,"saidHarrythroughgrittedteeth.
"Andthirdly,"saidUncleVernon,hismeanlittleeyesnowslitsinhisgreatpurpleface,"we’vetoldMargeyouattendSt.Brutus’sSecureCenterforIncurablyCriminalBoys."
"What?"Harryyelled.
"Andyou’llbestickingtothatstory,boy,orthere’llbetrouble,"spatUncleVernon.
Harrysatthere,white-facedandfurious,staringatUncleVernon,hardlyabletobelieveit.AuntMargecomingforaweeklongvisit—itwastheworstbirthdaypresenttheDursleyshadevergivenhim,includingthatpairofUncleVernon’soldsocks.
"Well,Petunia,"saidUncleVernon,gettingheavilytohisfeet,"I’llbeofftothestation,then.Wanttocomealongfortheride,Dudders?"
"No,"saidDudley,whoseattentionhadreturnedtothetelevisionnowthatUncleVernonhadfinishedthreateningHarry.
"Duddy’sgottomakehimselfsmartforhisauntie,"saidAuntPetunia,smoothingDudley’sthickblondhair."Mummy’sboughthimalovelynewbow-tie."
UncleVernonclappedDudleyonhisporkyshoulder.
"Seeyouinabit,then,"hesaid,andheleftthekitchen.
Harry,whohadbeensittinginakindofhorrifiedtrance,hadasuddenidea.
