THE WORST BIRTHDAY
As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a
glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jack-
ets. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the door-
bell rang and Uncle Vernon’s furious face appeared at the foot of
the stairs.
“Remember, boy — one sound —”
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed
the door, and turned to collapse on his bed.
The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
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