Uncle Vernon:
[the Dursleys are sitting in the lounge, peacefully. It is Sunday and no letters have arrived]
Fine day, Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week.
[turns to Dudley]

Uncle Vernon:
Why is that, Dudley?
[Dudley shrugs]

Harry:
[Harry serves the Dursleys biscuits on a platter]
Because there's no post on Sundays?
Uncle Vernon:
Right you are, Harry!
[Vernon takes a biscuit from the platter that Harry served them]

Uncle Vernon:
No post on Sundays. Ha!
[Harry stares out to see a parliament of owls outside Privet Drive]

Uncle Vernon:
No blasted letters *today*! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter! Not *one*!
[the owls hoot outside the window]

Uncle Vernon:
No sir! Not one blasted, miserable -
[a letter whizzes toward Vernon and hits him in the face. The Dursleys and Harry hear a rumble and a whole lot of letters shoot through the fireplace. The Dursleys scream as the letters shoot toward them, as Harry tries to catch one. Harry has a letter in his hand and Vernon chases after him]

Uncle Vernon:
Give me that! Give me that letter!
[Harry runs to his room underneath the staircase and Vernon grabs him, trying to get the letter]

Harry:
[getting grabbed by Vernon]
Get off!
[Petunia screams as more letters shoot toward her and Vernon screams as the letters topple him, whilst still grabbing Harry]

Harry:
They're *my* letters! Let go of me!
[even more letters shoot through the mailbox]

Uncle Vernon:
[Vernon has had enough of the letters and starts yelling]
THAT'S IT! WE'RE GOING AWAY! FAR AWAY! WHERE THEY CAN'T FIND US!
Dudley Dursley:
[to Petunia]
Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
[Petunia looks at Vernon in shock]
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 08:01

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