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The Fridge Had Been Emptied Of All Dudley’s Favorite Things — Fizzy Drinks And Cakes, Chocolate Bars And Burgers — And Filled Instead With Fruit And Vegetables And The Sorts Of Things That Uncle Vernon Called “rabbit Food.

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

I Have Spied For You And Lied For You, Put Myself In Mortal Danger For You. Everything Was Supposed To Be To Keep Lily Potter’s Son Safe. Now You Tell Me You Have Been Raising Him Like A Pig For Slaughter —

I've Got Plenty Of Money, More Money Than I Ever Dreamed I Would Have. But I Am Not A Billionaire.