[beeping]
Make a wish, harry.
[blows]
[bang]
Who's there?
[bang]
Aah! Aah!
Sorry about that.
[door creaking]
I demand that you leave at once, sir!
You are breaking and entering!
Ohh.
Dry up, dursley, you great prune.
Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, harry,
But you're a bit more along than I would've expected,
Particularly 'round the middle.
[gasping] I--I'm not harry.
I--I am.
Oh, well, of course you are.
Got something for you.
'fraid I might have sat on it at some point,
But I imagine it'll taste fine just the same.