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Too Much Time On My Hands, Chapter 2"Anka Vurrnin!" Harry squealed in his baby voice when his uncle entered the kitchen.
Vernon blinked twice. "He talks." Vernon said simply.
"Some." Petunia answered. "But that's not all he does. Entirely too smart, that one. He helped me weed the garden today. It was strange. He looked at me and watched me remove the weeds, and he started copying me, removing only the plants I did. He could be a very good influence on our Duddikins, assuming we can keep him from ever hearing about that... rubbish."
"SHH!" Vernon hissed.
"I'm just saying. He's smart, and Dudley has the same forehead as your Grandfather Darryl. You don't want him to inherit the same brain too...do you?"
Vernon shuddered. His Grandpa Darryl had died in World War 2. His commanding officer reported that Darryl had thrown the wrong end of the grenade.
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