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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 company; then Aunt Petunia made coffee and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy.
The clipping had clearly come out of the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, because the people in the black-and-white picture were moving. Harry picked up the clipping, smoothed it out, and read:
"Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place," said Professor Flitwick.
But somebody else had spoken Snape's name, quite softly.
Scrimgeour turned a nasty purple colour highly remin-iscent of Uncle Vernon.
"Marge!" squealed Aunt Petunia. "Marge, are you all right?"
The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.
"What were you doin' down there?" said Stan, dropping his professional manner.
'I see,' said Dumbledore kindly, when Malfoy neither
"Ar," said Ern darkly.
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else -- glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday.
'Yeah,' said Malfoy, who was panting. 'Right under your nose and you never realised!'
Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing pointed teeth. Blood trickled down his chin and he licked his lips slowly, obscenely.
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 --。