Character: Vernon Dursley

And who, I wonder, is going to write to you [Harry]? Uncle Vernon snorted contemptuously as he opened the letter and glanced at it. His red face suddenly turned green, and faster than the colors change at the traffic lights. But the matter did not end there. After a few seconds, his face turned grayish-white, like dried oatmeal.

Justice is served!

On Sunday morning, uncle Vernon looked tired and a little sick, but happy.
- On Sundays - no mail - loudly he said with a satisfied smile, spreading jam his newspaper. - No damn emails...

- Get the mail, Dudley, ' growled uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
- Go after her Harry.
- Harry, get the mail.
- Send her Dudley replied Harry.
- Poke him with your stick, Dudley - advised uncle Vernon.

- How many gifts?
- Thirty-six. I did the math.
- Thirty-six?! And last year I got thirty-seven!
But some of them much more than last year.
- I don't care what they are anymore!

- What were you doing under our window, boy?
Was listening to the news, peaceful voice answered Harry.
Aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
- Listening to the news! Again!
- It changes every day, here's the thing - explained Harry.

- I don't want to be rude, ' he said in a tone that every sound and through this most rude.
- ...though unfortunately, involuntary rudeness, alas, too often slips out seriously finished for him, Dumbledore. - It's better not to say nothing, my dear.