Make a wish, harry.

[blows]

[bang]

[bang]

[bang]

[bang]

[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.