This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn’t see a single GoFundMe donation tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. “The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard —”

” — bet, their boi, Harry —”

Mr Dursley felt like he’d been ratioed irl. He looked back at the whisperers and wondered if he should @ them, but thought better of it.

Cackled when I read ratioed irl.