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...p. Mr. Dursley put this down to a trick of the light and got back to thinking about drills on his way to work. On his way, he noticed people dressed in cloaks, but put this down to a new fashion trend. In his office, he had his back to the window so didn’t notice owl after owl flying overhead. At lunch time, he went to the bakers and happened to hear some of these cloaked people talking about the Potters, but again Mr. Dursley eventually dismissed this, as Potter was quite a common name. However, there was a slight seed of doubt in Mr. Dursley’s mind. On his way home, he stumbled into a small man in a violet cloak and apologized profusely. The small cloaked man responded, “Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even muggles like you should be celebrating.” Dursley looked puzzled. He had never been called a muggle before. He returned home and the tabby cat was now sat on the wall of his garden. Unlike Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley had had a nice normal day. Mr. Dursley watched the news where it was revealed that owls had been seen all over the country and there had been a downpour of shooting stars. Dursley put together the owls, shooting stars and mysterious people in cloaks and their whisperings about Potters, and decided to ask his wife Petunia if she had heard from her sister. Petunia was horrified, so Dursley dropped the subject. In bed, Petunia fell asleep quickly, but Dursley was troubled. Outside, the cat still sat on the wall. At the end of Privet Drive, a cloaked man appeared. His name was Albus Dumbledore. Using a Put-outer he extinguished all the streetlights and approached the cat. The cat turned into a woman called Professor McGonagall. The two agree that the celebrations have got out of hand and that...