O que encontra o olho?
Mrs.Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on neighbors.
Então ela parece uma trouxa ignorante, malvada e tagarela que passa todo o tempo espionando.
O que há?
"De-men-tors," said Harry slowly. Two of them.
"And what the ruddy hell are dementors?"
"They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban," said Aunt Petunia.
Petúnia ouviu Snape e Lily falando sobre esses anos e anos atrás, e lembrou de tudo. Ela também foi capaz de entrar em contato com Hogwarts, já que ela escreveu uma carta para Dumbledore quando ela era muito nova. Ela sabia sobre todas as coisas mágicas e concordou em levar Harry para dentro. Olhe para essa cena, depois que Harry disser a Petúnia que Voldemort está de volta:
"Back?" whispered Aunt Petunia.
She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger: They were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harry's life--that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon--seemed to have fallen away.
Ela entende. Ela é uma trouxa, mas ela é definitivamente mais do que o que se vê, considerando o que encontra o olho!