“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.… — J.K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
