He was falling, falling through the icy mist.
¡°Firstly,¡± growled Uncle Vernon, ¡°you'll keep a civil tongue in your head when you're talking to Marge.¡±
¡°What's that? Oh, you've heard - well, no, not yet, but it's only a matter of time. The Azkaban guards have never yet failed¡and they are angrier than I've ever seen them.¡±