?杜思麗太太用嘬著嘴唇，抿了一口茶水，杜思麗先生不知道自己是否敢和她提起波特這個名字。他決定還是先不提。像往常一樣，他說：他們的兒子也和大力一樣大了是嗎？
"我想是的“杜思麗太太生硬的回答。
”他的名字叫霍華德？，是嗎？“
”叫哈利，以我說這是個可笑的名字?！?/p>
”噢，是的“杜思麗先生說著，感覺到他的心咯噔地震動，”是的，我想當(dāng)同意“
他們上樓睡覺時，就沒有再提這個話題。杜思麗太太走進(jìn)洗漱間后，杜思麗先生悄悄地走進(jìn)臥室窗前，看看前面的花園。那只貓還在原地，正目不轉(zhuǎn)睛地盯著女貞路路口，好像在等待什么。
他是在想入非非嗎？這一切會與波特一家有關(guān)嗎？如果真有關(guān)系……如果最后真跟他們夫婦有關(guān)……那么，他認(rèn)為他是承受不住的。
德思禮夫婦睡下了。德思禮太太很快就睡著了，德思禮先生卻思緒萬千，怎么也睡不著覺。不過在他入睡前，最后一個想法使他感到安慰：即使波特一家真的被卷了進(jìn)去，也沒有理由牽連他和他太太。波特夫婦很清楚德思禮夫婦對他們和他們那群人的看法。他打了個哈欠，翻過身去。不會影響他們的……
他可是大錯特錯了。
德思禮先生迷迷糊糊，本來可能胡亂睡上一覺，可花園墻頭上的那只貓卻沒有絲毫睡意。它臥在墻頭上，宛如一座雕像，紋絲不動，目不轉(zhuǎn)睛地盯著女貞路遠(yuǎn)處的街角。鄰街的一輛汽車砰的一聲關(guān)上車門，兩只貓頭鷹撲扇著從頭頂上飛過，它也一動不動。實際上，快到午夜時，它才開始動了動。
貓一直眺望著的那個街角出現(xiàn)了一個男人，他來得那樣突然，悄無聲息，簡直像是從地里冒出來的。貓尾巴抖動了一下，眼睛瞇成了一條縫。
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.
"What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?"
"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."
He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.
Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it.
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind.... He couldn’t see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn’t affect them....
How very wrong he was.
Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside 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 so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped 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 and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
