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[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> 'I dunno if that's a good idea,' said Harry at once. 'Oh, I think it is,' growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. That'll be them, will it, Potter?'</s> [INST] | 'I dunno if that's a good idea,' said Harry at once. 'Oh, I think it is,' growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. That'll be them, will it, Potter?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder; his magical eye was evidently peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat. Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked positively appalled to see Harry's reception committee. 'Well - shall we do it, then?'</s> [INST] | He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder; his magical eye was evidently peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat. Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked positively appalled to see Harry's reception committee. 'Well - shall we do it, then?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> 'Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur,' said Moody. He and Mr Weasley took the lead across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently rooted to the floor. 'Good afternoon,' said Mr Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon as he came to a halt right in front of him. 'You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley.'</s> [INST] | 'Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur,' said Moody. He and Mr Weasley took the lead across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently rooted to the floor. 'Good afternoon,' said Mr Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon as he came to a halt right in front of him. 'You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> As Mr Weasley had single-handedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed; she kept glancing around, &s though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly. 'We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry,' said Mr Weasley, still smiling. 'Yeah,' growled Moody. 'About how he's treated when he's at your place.'</s> [INST] | As Mr Weasley had single-handedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed; she kept glancing around, &s though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly. 'We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry,' said Mr Weasley, still smiling. 'Yeah,' growled Moody. 'About how he's treated when he's at your place.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> Uncle Vernon's moustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody. 'I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house - '</s> [INST] | Uncle Vernon's moustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody. 'I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> 'I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,' growled Moody. 'Anyway, that's not the point,' interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. 'The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry - '</s> [INST] | 'I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,' growled Moody. 'Anyway, that's not the point,' interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. 'The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> - And make no mistake, we'll hear about it,' added Lupin pleasantly. - Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to,' said Moody. Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs. 'Are you threatening me, sir?' he said, so loudly that passers-by actually turned to stare. 'Yes, I am,' said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly. 'And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?' barked Uncle Vernon. 'Well...' said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backwards in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. 'Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley.'</s> [INST] | - And make no mistake, we'll hear about it,' added Lupin pleasantly. - Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to,' said Moody. Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs. 'Are you threatening me, sir?' he said, so loudly that passers-by actually turned to stare. 'Yes, I am,' said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly. 'And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?' barked Uncle Vernon. 'Well...' said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backwards in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. 'Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry. 'So, Potter... give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along...'</s> [INST] | He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry. 'So, Potter... give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> Aunt Petunia whimpered piteously. It could not have been plainer that she was thinking of what the neighbours would say if they caught sight of these people marching up the garden path. 'Bye, then, Potter,' said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand. 'Take care, Harry,' said Lupin quietly. 'Keep in touch.'</s> [INST] | Aunt Petunia whimpered piteously. It could not have been plainer that she was thinking of what the neighbours would say if they caught sight of these people marching up the garden path. 'Bye, then, Potter,' said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand. 'Take care, Harry,' said Lupin quietly. 'Keep in touch.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 35> <s> 'Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can,' Mrs Weasley whispered, hugging him again. 'We promise. Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.</s> [INST] | 'Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can,' Mrs Weasley whispered, hugging him again. 'We promise. Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.</s></s> |