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From page 32 of the paperback edition of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows:
“According to you”, Vernon Dursley said now, resuming his pacing up and down the living room, “we -Petunia, Dudley and I – are in danger. From – from ‘”
“Some of ‘my lot’, right”, said Harry.
“Well, I don’t believe it, ” repeated Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt in front of Harry again. “I was awake half the night thinking it all over, and I believe it’s a plot to get the house.”
“The house?” repeated Harry. “What house?”
“This house!” shrieked Uncle Vernon, the vein in his forehead starting to pulse. “Our house! House prices are sky-rocketing round 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’d forgotten”, said Harry [playing the Home-Owner-Ist trump card], “I’ve already got a house. My godfather left me one. So why would I want this one? All the happy memories?”