"Uncle Vernon rounded on Harry. "And ?" "I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly. "Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. At eight-fifteen--" "I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia. "And, Dudley, you'll say --" "May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley. "And ?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry. "I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry dully. "Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. "How about -- 'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and wrote about .'" This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing. "And you, boy?" Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged. "I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," he said."