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Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
"Itallcomesdowntoblood,asIwassayingtheotherday.Badbloodwillout.Now,I’msayingnothingagainstyourfamily,Petunia"—shepattedAuntPetunia’sbonyhandwithhershovel-likeone"butyoursisterwasabadegg.Theyturnupinthebestfamilies.Thensheranoffwithawastrelandhere’stheresultrightinfrontofus."
Harrywasstaringathisplate,afunnyringinginhisears.Graspyourbroomfirmlybythetail,hethought.Buthecouldn’trememberwhatcamenext.AuntMarge’svoiceseemedtobeboringintohimlikeoneofUncleVernon’sdrills.
"ThisPotter,"saidAuntMargeloudly,seizingthebrandybottleandsplashingmoreintoherglassandoverthetablecloth,"younevertoldmewhathedid?"
UncleVernonandAuntPetuniawerelookingextremelytense.Dudleyhadevenlookedupfromhispietogapeathisparents.
"He—didn’twork,"saidUncleVernon,withhalfaglanceatHarry."Unemployed."
"AsIexpected!"saidAuntMarge,takingahugeswigofbrandyandwipingherchinonhersleeve."Ano-account,good-for-nothing,lazyscroungerwho—"
"Hewasnot,"saidHarrysuddenly.Thetablewentveryquiet.Harrywasshakingallover.Hehadneverfeltsoangryinhislife.
"MOREBRANDY!"yelledUncleVernon,whohadgoneverywhite.HeemptiedthebottleintoAuntMarge’sglass."You,boy,"hesnarledatHarry."Gotobed,goon—"
