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"How can I help you?" he said, shaking Fudge's hand very briefly and gesturing toward the hardest of the chairs in front of the desk.
"Well, Harry . . . time for us to be off," said Dumbledore at last, standing up and straightening his long black cloak. "Until we meet again," he said to the Dursleys, who looked as though that moment could wait forever as far as they were concerned, and after doffing his hat, he swept from the room.
Even though I vos from Durmstrang - with Karkaroff," he added, scowling.
Dumbledore stood up rather suddenly.
"My only son . . . my only son . . ."
"And she is quite right. We turn left again."
"Give him an order," said Dumbledore. "If he has passed into your ownership, he will have to obey. If not, then we shall have to think of some other means of keeping him from his rightful mistress."
Dumbledore smiled, drew his traveling cloak a little more lightly around his neck, and said, "This way."
"He's been left a house?" said Uncle Vernon greedily, his small eyes narrowing, but nobody answered him.
"One of my best friends is Muggle-born," said Harry, "and she's the best in our year."
"I didn't. . ." Harry began, not entirely sure whether he was being reprimanded or not.
"Your potion, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley quickly, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.
He came to an abrupt halt at the end of Privet Drive.
They had stepped directly into a tiny sitting room, which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.。