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   Dudley Demented 
   
   The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large; square houses of Privet Drive。 Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing …for the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought。 Deprived of their usual car…washing and lawn…mowing pursuits; the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the shade of their cool houses; windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze。 The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four。
   He was a skinny; black…haired; bespectacled boy who had the pinched; slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time。 His jeans were torn and dirty; his T…shirt baggy and faded; and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers。 Harry Potter's appearance did not endear him to the neighbours; who were the sort of people who thought scruffi…ness ought to be punishable by law; but as he had hidden himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to passers…by。 In fact; the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living…room window and looked straight down into the flowerbed below。
   On the whole; Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding here。 He was not; perhaps; very fortable lying on the hot; hard earth but; on the other hand; nobody was glaring at him; grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news; or shooting nasty questions at him; as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room to watch television with his aunt and uncle。
   Almost as though this thought had fluttered through the open window; Vernon Dursley; Harry's uncle; suddenly spoke。
   'Glad to see the boy's stopped trying to butt in。 Where is he; anyway?' 
   
   'I don't know;' said Aunt Petunia; unconcerned。 'Not in the house。' 
   
   Uncle Vernon grunted。
   'Watching the news:' he said scathingly。 'I'd like to know what he's really up to。 As if a normal boy cares what's on the news …Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway; it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news … ' 
   
   'Vernon; shh!' said Aunt Petunia。 The window's open!' 
   
   'Oh … yes … sorry; dear。' 
   
   The Dursleys fell silent。 Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg; a batty cat…loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk; amble slowly past。 She was frowning and muttering to herself。 Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush; as Mrs Figg had recently taken to asking him round for tea whenever she met him in the street。 She had rounded the corner and vanished from view before Uncle Vernon's voice floated out of the window again。
   'Dudders out for tea?' 
   
   'At the Polkisses';' said Aunt Petunia fondly。 'He's got so many little friends; he's so popular 
   
   Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty。 The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about their son; Dudley。 They had swallowed all his dim…witted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays。 Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been to tea anywhere; he and his gang spent every evening vandalising the play park; smoking on street corners and throwing stones at passing cars and children。 Harry had seen them at it during his evening walks around Little Whinging; he had spent most of the holidays wandering the streets; scavenging newspapers from bins along the way。
   The opening notes of the music that heralded the seven o'clock news reached Harry's ears and his stomach turned over。 Perhaps tonight … after a month of waiting … would be the night。
   'Record numbers of stranded holiday makers fill airports as the Spanish baggage…handlers' strike reaches its second week … 
   
   'Give 'em a lifelong siesta; I would;' snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreader's sentence; but no matter: outside in the flowerbed; Harry's stomach seemed to unclench。 If anything had happened; it would surely have been the first item on the news; death and destruction were more important than stranded holidaymakers。
   He let out a long; slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky。 Every day this summer had been the same: the tension; the expectation; the temporary relief; and then mounting tension again: and always; growing more insistent all the time; the question of why nothing had happened yet。
   He kept listening; just in case there was some small clue; not recognized for what it really was by the Muggles … an unexplained disappearance; perhaps; or some strange accident: but the baggage…handlers' strike was followed by news about the drought in the Southeast ('I hope he's listening next door!' bellowed Uncle Vernon。 'Him with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!'); then a helicopter that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey; then a famous actress's divorce from her famous husband ('As if we're interested in their sordid affairs;' sniffed Aunt Petunia; who had followed the case obsessively in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on)。
   Harry closed his eyes against the now blazing evening sky as the newsreader said; '… and finally; Bungy the budgie has found a novel way of keeping cool this summer。 Bungy; who lives at the Five Feathers in Barnsley; has learned to water ski! Mary Dorkins went to find out more。' 
   
   Harry opened his eyes。 If they had reached water…skiing budgerigars; there would be nothing else worth hearing。 He rolled cautiously on to his front and raised himself on to his knees and elbows; preparing to crawl out from under the window。
   He had moved about two inches when several things happened in very quick succession。
   A loud; echoing crack broke the sleepy silence like a gunshot; a cat streaked out from under a parked car and flew out of sight; a shriek; a bellowed oath and the sound of breaking china came from the Dursleys' living room; and as though this was the signal Harry had been waiting for he jumped to his feet; at the same time pulling from the waistband of his jeans a thin wooden wand as if he were unsheathing a sword … but before he could draw himself up to full height; the top of his head collided with the Dursleys' open window。 The resultant crash made Aunt Petunia scream even louder。
   Harry felt as though his head had been split in two。 Eyes streaming; he swayed; trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise; but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat。
   'Put … it … away!' Uncle Vernon snarled into Harry's ear。 'Now。' Before … anyone … sees!' 
   
   'Get … off … me!' Harry gasped。 For a few seconds they struggled; Harry pulling at his uncles sausage…like fingers with his left hand; his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wand; then; as the pain in the top of Harry's head gave a particularly nasty throb; Uncle Vernon yelped and released Harry as though he had received an electric shock。 Some invisible force seemed to have surged through his nephew; making him impossible to hold。
   Panting; Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush; straightened up and stared around。 There was no sign of what had caused the loud cracking noise; but there were several faces peering through various nearby windows。 Harry stuffed his wand hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent。
   'Lovely evening!' shouted Uncle Vernon; waving at Mrs Number Seven opposite; who was glaring from behind her net curtains。 'Did you hear that car backfire just now? Gave Petunia and me quite a turn!' 
   
   He continued to grin in a horrible; manic way until all the curious neighbours had disappeared from their various windows; then the grin became a grimace of rage as he beckoned Harry back towards him。
   Harry moved a few steps closer; taking care to stop just short of the point at which Uncle Vernon's outstretched hands could resume their strangling。
   'What the devil do you mean by it; boy?' asked Uncle Vernon in a croaky voice that trembled with fury。
   'What do I mean by what?' said Harry coldly。 He kept looking left and right up the street; still hoping to see the person who had made the cracking noise。
   'Making a racket like a starting pistol right outside our …
   
   'I didn't make that noise;' said Harry firmly。
   Aunt Petunia's thin; horsy face now appeared beside Uncle Vernon's wide; purple one。 She looked livid。
   'Why were you lurking under our window?' 
   
   'Yes … yes; good point; Petunia! What were you doing under our window; boy?' 
   
   'Listening to the news;' said Harry in a resigned voice。
   His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage。
   'Listening to the news! Again?' 
   
   'Well; it changes every day; you see;' said Harry。
   'Don't you be clever with me; boy! I want to know what you're really up to … and don't give me any more of this listening to the news t

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