Harry Potter 05
TheDursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley layawake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before hefell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason forthem to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he andPetunia thought about6 them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he andPetunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned andturned over -- it couldn't affect them....
Howvery wrong he was.
Mr.Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the walloutside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue,its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't somuch as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owlsswooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly andsilently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tailtwitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and veryold, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enoughto tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept theground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, andsparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked,as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was AlbusDumbledore.
AlbusDumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street whereeverything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging inhis cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was beingwatched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring athim from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the catseemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silvercigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it.The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- thenext lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, untilthe only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in thedistance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out oftheir window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to seeanything that was happening down on the pavement.
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