John William Waterhouse MirandaThe Tempest painting

John William Waterhouse MirandaThe Tempest painting
John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may painting
"The house?" repeated Harry. "What house?"

　　　"This house!" shrieked Uncle Vernon, the vein his forehead starting to pulse. "Our house! House prices are skyrocketing around here! You want us out of the way and

then you're going to do a bit of hocus pocus and before we know it the deeds will be in your name and –"

　　　"Are you out of your mind?" demanded Harry. "A plot to get this house? Are you actually as stupid as you look?"

　　　"Don't you dare --!" squealed Aunt Petunia, but again Vernon waved her down. Slights on his personal appearance were it seemed as nothing to the danger he had spotted.

　　　"Just in case you've forgotten," said Harry, "I've already got a house my godfather left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?"