zzling sausage. Nobody said a

thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat,

juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a

little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, "Don't touch anything he gives

you, Dudley."

The giant chuckled darkly.

"Yet great puddin' of a son don' need fattenin' anymore, Dursley,

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