I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. ‘All those times I came round your house – why didn’t you say anything?’ ‘Why didn’t you tell me you’re a Squib, Mrs Figg?’ asked Harry, panting with the effort to keep walking. He was slumped on Harry’s shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. It was not easy to hold a wand steady and haul Dudley along at the same time. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery … this was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid of – What’s that at the end of the street? Oh, it’s just Mr Prentice … don’t put your wand away, boy, don’t I keep telling you I’m no use?’ ‘Never mind the Statute of Secrecy now, there’s going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg. ‘Keep your wand out,’ she told Harry, as they entered Wisteria Walk. Mrs Figg tottered along in front of them, peering anxiously around the corner. Harry pulled one of Dudley’s massive arms around his own shoulders and dragged him towards the road, sagging slightly under the weight. His small eyes were rolling in their sockets and sweat was beading his face the moment Harry let go of him he swayed dangerously.
Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting. With an enormous effort he managed to hoist him to his feet. ‘I’ll do it.’ Harry took hold of Dudley’s arm and heaved. He remained on the ground, trembling and ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. She stooped down, seized one of Dudley’s massive arms in her wizened hands and tugged.īut Dudley either could not or would not move. ‘Of course I know Dumbledore, who doesn’t know Dumbledore? But come on – I’ll be no help if they come back, I’ve never so much as Transfigured a teabag.’ ‘You know Dumbledore?’ said Harry, staring at her. ‘Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick!’ ‘Yes, yes, yes, but luckily I’d stationed Mr Tibbles under a car just in case, and Mr Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house you’d gone – and now – oh, what’s Dumbledore going to say? You!’ she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor.
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