HP, t3, r2, cz3.

what are you hinting at?

Shards of glass flew in every direction and Aunt Marge sputtered and blinked, her great ruddy face dripping.

No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip

Only last summer he’d gotten an official warning that had stated quite clearly that if the Ministry got wind of any more magic in Privet Drive, Harry would face expulsion from Hogwarts.

This worked quite well, though it seemed to give him a glazed look, because Aunt Marge started voicing the opinion that he was mentally subnormal.

during the lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon bored them all with a long talk about Grunnings, his drill-making company;

“Just a small one, then,” she chuckled.

Aunt Petunia was sipping coffee with her little finger sticking out.

She burped richly and patted her great tweed stomach

She jerked her head at Harry, who felt his stomach clench

This one’s got a mean, runty look about him

Then she ran off with a wastrel and here’s the result right in front of us

“This Potter,” said Aunt Marge loudly, seizing the brandy bottle and splashing more into her glass and over the tablecloth,

“As I expected!” said Aunt Marge, taking a huge swig of brandy and wiping her chin on her sleeve

“A no-account, good-fornothing, lazy scrounger who —

“No, Vernon,” hiccuped Aunt Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry’s

They died in a car crash, you nasty little liar, and left you to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!” screamed Aunt Marge, swelling with fury

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

She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes, and her hands and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noises

A second later, Ripper leapt forward and sank his teeth into Uncle Vernon’s leg.

Harry tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him, heading for the cupboard under the stairs

In seconds, he had heaved his trunk to the front door.

He sprinted upstairs and threw himself under the bed, wrenching up the loose floorboard, and grabbed the pillowcase full of his books and birthday presents.

He wriggled out, seized Hedwig’s empty cage, and dashed back downstairs to his trunk

But a reckless rage had come over Harry

He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door.