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Harry was still an underage wizard； and he was forbidden by wizard law to do magic outside school。 His record wasn't exactly clean either。 Only last summer he'd gotten an official warning that had stated quite clearly that if the Ministry got wind of any more magic in Privet Drive； Harry would face expulsion from Hogwarts。
He heard the Dursleys leaving the table and hurried upstairs out of the way。
Harry got through the next three days by forcing himself to think about his Handbook of Do…It…Yourself Broomcare whenever Aunt Marge started on him。 This worked quite well； though it seemed to give him a glazed look； because Aunt Marge started voicing the opinion that he was mentally subnormal。
At last； at long last； the final evening of Marge's stay arrived。 Aunt Petunia cooked a fancy dinner and Uncle Vernon uncorked several bottles of wine。 They got all the way through the soup and the salmon without a single mention of Harry's faults； during the lemon meringue pie； Uncle Vernon bored them A with a long talk about Grunnings； his drill…making pany； then Aunt Petunia made coffee and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy。
〃Can I tempt you； Marge？〃
Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine。 Her huge face was very red。
〃Just a small one； then；〃 she chuckled。 〃A bit more than that。。。 and a bit more。。。 that's the ticket。〃
Dudley was eating his fourth slice of pie。 Aunt Petunia was sipping coffee with her little finger sticking out。 Harry really wanted to disappear into his bedroom； but he met Uncle Vernon's angry little eyes and knew he would have to sit it out。
〃Aah；〃 said Aunt Marge； smacking her lips and putting the empty brandy glass back down。 〃Excellent nosh； Petunia。 It's normally just a fry…up for me of an evening； with twelve dogs to look after。。。〃 She burped richly and patted her great tweed stomach。 〃Pardon me。 But I do like to see a healthy…sized boy；〃 she went on； winking at Dudley。 〃You'll be a proper…sized man； Dudders； like your father。 Yes； I'll have a spot more brandy； Vernon。。。〃
〃Now； this one here …〃
She jerked her head at Harry； who felt his stomach clench。 The Handbook； he thought quickly。
〃This one's got a mean； runty look about him。 You get that with dogs。 I had Colonel Fubster drown one last year。 Ratty little thing it wasWeak。 Underbred。〃
Harry was trying to remember page twelve of his book： A Charm to Cure Reluctant Reversers。 〃It all es down to blood； as I was saying the other day。
Bad blood will out。 Now； I'm saying nothing against your family； Petunia〃 she patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her shovellike one 〃but your sister was a bad egg。 They turn up in the best families。 Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us。〃
Harry was staring at his plate； a funny ringing in his ears。 Grasp your broom firmly by the tail； he thought。 But he couldn't remember what came next。 Aunt Marge's voice seemed to be boring into him like one of Uncle Vernon's drills。
〃This Potter； 5） said Aunt Marge loudly； seizing the brandy bottle and splashing more into her glass and over the tablecloth； 〃you never told me what he did？〃
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were looking extremely tense。 Dudley had even looked up from his pie to gape at his parents。
〃He…didn't work；〃 said Uncle Vernon； with half a glance at Harry。 〃Unemployed。〃
〃As I expected！〃 said Aunt Marge； taking a huge swig of brandy and wiping her chin on her sleeve。 〃A no…account； good…for…nothing； lazy scrounger who …〃
〃He was not；〃 said Harry suddenly。 The table went very quiet。 Harry was shaking all over。 He had never felt so angry in his life。
〃MORE BRANDY！〃 yelled Uncle Vernon； who had gone very white。 He emptied the bottle into Aunt Marge's glass。 〃You； boy；〃 he snarled at Harry。 〃Go to bed； go on …〃
〃No； Vernon；〃 hiccuped Aunt Marge； holding up a hand； her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's。 〃Go on； boy； go on。 Proud of your parents； are you？ They go and get themselves killed in a car crash （drunk； I expect） …〃
'They didn't die in a car crash！〃 said Harry； who found himself on his feet。
〃They died in a car crash； you nasty little liar； and left you to be a burden on their decent； hardworking relatives！〃 screamed Aunt Marge； swelling with fury。 〃You are an insolent； ungrateful little …〃
But Aunt Marge suddenly stopped speaking。 For a moment； it looked as though words had failed her。 She seemed to be swelling with inexpressible anger…but the swelling didn't stop。 Her great red face started to expand； her tiny eyes bulged； and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech…next second； several buttons had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls…she was inflating like a monstrous balloon； her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband； each of her fingers blowing up like a salami …
〃MARGE！〃 yelled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together as Aunt Marge's whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling。 She was entirely round； now； like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes； and her hands and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air； making apoplectic popping noises。 Ripper came skidding into the room； barking madly。
〃NOOOOOOO！〃
Uncle Vernon seized one of Marge's feet and tried to pull her down again； but was almost lifted from the floor himself。 A second later； Ripper leapt forward and sank his teeth into Uncle Vernon's leg。
Harry tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him； heading for the cupboard under the stairs。 The cupboard door burst magically open as he reached it。 In seconds； he had heaved his trunk to the front door。 He sprinted upstairs and threw himself under the bed； wrenching up the loose floorboard； and grabbed the pillowcase full of his books and birthday presents。 He wriggled out； seized Hedwig's empty cage； and dashed back downstairs to his trunk； just as Uncle Vernon burst out of the dining room； his trouser leg in bloody tatters。
〃E BACK IN HERE！〃 he bellowed。 〃E BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT！〃
But a reckless rage had e over Harry。 He kicked his trunk open； pulled out his wand； and pointed it at Uncle Vernon。
〃She deserved it；〃 Harry said； breathing very fast。 〃She deserved what she got。 You keep away from me。〃
He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door。
〃I'm going；〃 Harry said。 〃I've had enough。〃
And in the next moment； he was out in the dark； quiet street； heaving his heavy trunk behind him； Hedwig's cage under his arm。
CHAPTER THREE
THE KNIGHT BUS
Harry was several streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent； panting from the effort of dragging his trunk。 He sat quite still； anger still surging through him； listening to the frantic thumping of his heart。
But after ten minutes alone in the dark street； a new emotion overtook him： panic。 Whichever way he looked at it； he had never been in a worse fix。 He was stranded； quite alone； in the dark Muggle world； with absolutely nowhere to go。 And the worst of it was； he had just done serious magic； which meant that he was almost certainly expelled from Hogwarts。 He had broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry so badly； he was surprised Ministry of Magic representatives weren't swooping down on him where he sat。
Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent。
What； was going to happen to him？ Would he be arrested； or would he simply be outlawed from the wizarding world？ He thought of Ron and Hermione； and his heart sank even lower。 Harry was sure that； criminal or not； Ron and Hermione would want to help him now； but they were both abroad； and with Hedwig gone； he had no means of contacting them。
He didn't have any Muggle money； either。 There was a little wizard gold in the money bag at the bottom of his trunk； but the rest of the fortune his parents had left him was stored in a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London。 He'd never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London。 Unless。。。
He looked down at his wand； which he was still clutching in his hand。 If he was already expelled （his heart was。 now thumping painfully fast）； a bit more magic couldn't hurt。 He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father…what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather…light； tied it to his broomstick； covered himself in the cloak； and flew to London？ Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault and。。。 begin his life as an outcast。 It was a horrible prospect； but he couldn't sit on this wall forever； or he'd find himself trying to explain to Muggle police why he was out in the dead of night with a trunkful of spellbooks and a broomstick。
Harry opened his trunk again and pushed the contents aside； looking for the Invisibility Cloak…but before he had found it； he straightened up suddenly； looking around him once more。
A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched； but the street appeared to be deserted； and no lights shone from any of the large square houses。
He bent over his trunk again； but almost immediately stood up once more； his hand clenched on his wand。 He had sensed rather than heard it： someone or something was standing in the