When Allie and the others arrived in the car in front of number four, Privet Drive, it was completely dark. Night had shrouded the entire street, and only a few streetlamps cast a faint, weak glow.
"Get out! Do you expect me to invite you out? A thoroughly clueless bunch," Uncle Vernon roared impatiently, his voice laced with unmistakable anger. His gaze swept over the people in the back seat, flashing with disgust and dissatisfaction—though his precious son, Dudley, was naturally excluded.
Vernon reached out, gently steadying Petunia as she sat beside him. She looked rather haggard and exhausted. "Petunia, if you're not feeling well, I can go upstairs with you to rest for a bit first," he said with concern, his tone full of tenderness and care.
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