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“What happened? ” said Harry. “What’s the matter? ” But Dudley didn’t seem able to speak. Hands still clamped over his buttocks, he waddled as fast as he could into the kitchen. Harry hurried into the living room.

Loud hangings and scrapings were coming from behind the Dursleys’ boarded-up fireplace, which had a fake coal fire plugged in front of it.

“What is it? ” gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring, terrified, toward the fire. “What is it, Vernon? ” But they were left in doubt barely a second longer. Voices could be heard from inside the blocked fireplace.

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“Ouch! Fred, no — go back, go back, there’s been some kind of mistake — tell George not to — OUCH! George, no, there’s no room, go back quickly and tell Ron —”

“Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad — maybe he’ll be able to let us out —”

There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire.

“Harry? Harry, can you hear us? ”

The Dursleys rounded on Harry like a pair of angry wolverines. “What is this? ” growled Uncle Vernon. “What’s going on? ”

“They — they’ve tried to get here by Floo powder, ” said Harry, fighting a mad desire to laugh. “They can travel by fire — only you’ve blocked the fireplace — hang on —”

He approached the fireplace and called through the boards. “Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me? ”

The hammering stopped. Somebody inside the chimney piece said, “Shh! ”

“Mr. Weasley, it’s Harry. . . the fireplace has been blocked up. You won’t be able to get through there. ”

“Damn! ” said Mr. Weasley’s voice. “What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for? ”

“They’ve got an electric fire, ” Harry explained.

“Really? ” said Mr. Weasley’s voice excitedly. “Eclectic, you say?

With a plug? Gracious, I must see that. . . . Let’s think. . . ouch,

Ron! ”

Ron’s voice now joined the others’.

“What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong? ” “Oh no, Ron, ” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up. ”

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“Yeah, we’re having the time of our lives here, ” said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.

“Boys, boys. . . ” said Mr. Weasley vaguely. “I’m trying to think what to do. . . . Yes. . . only way. . . Stand back, Harry. ”

Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forward.

“Wait a moment! ” he bellowed at the fire. “What exactly are you going to —”

BANG.

The electric fire shot across the room as the boarded-up fireplace burst outward, expelling Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys, all of whom had bright red hair, including Fred and George, who were identical to the last freckle.

“That’s better, ” panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. “Ah — you must be Harry’s aunt and uncle! ”

Tall, thin, and balding, he moved toward Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Aunt Petunia. Words utterly failed Uncle Vernon. His best suit was covered in white dust, which had settled in his hair and mustache and made him look as though he had just aged thirty years.

“Er — yes — sorry about that, ” said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. “It’s all

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my fault. It just didn’t occur to me that we wouldn’t be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see — just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren’t supposed to be connected, strictly speaking — but I’ve got a useful contact at the Floo Regu- lation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don’t worry. I’ll light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate. ”

Harry was ready to bet that the Dursleys hadn’t understood a single word of this. They were still gaping at Mr. Weasley, thun- derstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright again and hid behind Uncle Vernon.

“Hello, Harry! ” said Mr. Weasley brightly. “Got your trunk ready? ”

“It’s upstairs, ” said Harry, grinning back.

“We’ll get it, ” said Fred at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room. They knew where Harry’s bedroom was, hav- ing once rescued him from it in the dead of night. Harry suspected that Fred and George were hoping for a glimpse of Dudley; they had heard a lot about him from Harry.

“Well, ” said Mr. Weasley, swinging his arms slightly, while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence. “Very — erm — very nice place you’ve got here. ”

As the usually spotless living room was now covered in dust and bits of brick, this remark didn’t go down too well with the Durs- leys. Uncle Vernon’s face purpled once more, and Aunt Petunia started chewing her tongue again. However, they seemed too scared to actually say anything.

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Mr. Weasley was looking around. He loved everything to do with Muggles. Harry could see him itching to go and examine the television and the video recorder.

“They run off eckeltricity, do they? ” he said knowledgeably. “Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs, ” he added to Uncle Vernon. “And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I’m mad, but there you are. ”

Uncle Vernon clearly thought Mr. Weasley was mad too. He moved ever so slightly to the right, screening Aunt Petunia from view, as though he thought Mr. Weasley might suddenly run at them and attack.

Dudley suddenly reappeared in the room. Harry could hear the clunk of his trunk on the stairs, and knew that the sounds had scared Dudley out of the kitchen. Dudley edged along the wall, gazing at Mr. Weasley with terrified eyes, and attempted to conceal himself behind his mother and father. Unfortunately, Uncle Ver- non’s bulk, while sufficient to hide bony Aunt Petunia, was nowhere near enough to conceal Dudley.

“Ah, this is your cousin, is it, Harry? ” said Mr. Weasley, taking another brave stab at making conversation.

“Yep, ” said Harry, “that’s Dudley. ”

He and Ron exchanged glances and then quickly looked away from each other; the temptation to burst out laughing was almost overwhelming. Dudley was still clutching his bottom as though afraid it might fall off. Mr. Weasley, however, seemed genuinely concerned at Dudley’s peculiar behavior. Indeed, from the tone of his voice when he next spoke, Harry was quite sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was quite as mad as the Dursleys thought

he was, except that Mr. Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.

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“Having a good holiday, Dudley? ” he said kindly. Dudley whimpered. Harry saw his hands tighten still harder over his massive backside.

Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry’s school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins.

“Ah, right, ” said Mr. Weasley. “Better get cracking then. ” He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. Harry saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall as one.

“ Incendio! ” said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in

the wall behind him.

Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small draw- string bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.

“Off you go then, Fred, ” said Mr. Weasley.

“Coming, ” said Fred. “Oh no — hang on —”

A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred’s pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction — big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers.

Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying “the Burrow! ” Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.

“Right then, George, ” said Mr. Weasley, “you and the trunk. ” Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with

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a second whoosh, George had cried “the Burrow! ” and vanished too.

“Ron, you next, ” said Mr. Weasley.

“See you, ” said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry, then stepped into the fire, shouted “the Burrow! ” and disappeared.

Now Harry and Mr. Weasley alone remained.

“Well. . . ’bye then, ” Harry said to the Dursleys. They didn’t say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just as he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He was looking at the Dursleys in amazement.

“Harry said good-bye to you, ” he said. “Didn’t you hear him? ” “It doesn’t matter, ” Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. “Honestly, I don’t care. ”

Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to see your nephew till next summer, ” he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. “Surely you’re going to say good-bye? ”

Uncle Vernon’s face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering. But Mr. Weasley’s wand was still in his hand, and Uncle Vernon’s tiny eyes darted to it once, before he said, very resentfully, “Good-bye, then. ” “See you, ” said Harry, putting one foot forward into the green flames, which felt pleasantly like warm breath. At that moment, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream.

Harry wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind

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his parents. He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth. One bewildered second later, Harry realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley’s tongue — and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.

Aunt Petunia hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, trying to fight her off. Uncle Vernon was bellow- ing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.

“Not to worry, I can sort him out! ” he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Aunt Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr. Weasley.

“No, really! ” said Mr. Weasley desperately. “It’s a simple process — it was the toffee — my son Fred — real practical joker — but it’s only an Engorgement Charm — at least, I think it is — please, I can correct it —”

But far from being reassured, the Dursleys became more panic- stricken; Aunt Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley’s tongue as though determined to rip it out; Dudley appeared to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother and his tongue; and Uncle Vernon, who had lost control completely, seized a china figure from on top of the sideboard and threw it very hard at Mr. Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter in the blasted fireplace.

“Now really! ” said Mr. Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand.

“I’m trying to help! ”

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Bellowing like a wounded hippo, Uncle Vernon snatched up an- other ornament.

“Harry, go! Just go! ” Mr. Weasley shouted, his wand on Uncle Vernon. “I’ll sort this out! ”

Harry didn’t want to miss the fun, but Uncle Vernon’s second or- nament narrowly missed his left ear, and on balance he thought it best to leave the situation to Mr. Weasley. He stepped into the fire, looking over his shoulder as he said “the Burrow! ” His last fleeting glimpse of the living room was of Mr. Weasley blasting a third or- nament out of Uncle Vernon’s hand with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on top of Dudley, and Dudley’s tongue lolling around like a great slimy python. But next moment Harry had be- gun to spin very fast, and the Dursleys’ living room was whipped out of sight in a rush of emerald-green flames.

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arry spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to his

sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past him, until he started

to feel sick and closed his eyes. Then, when at last he felt himself slowing down, he threw out his hands and came to a halt in time to prevent himself from falling face forward out of the Weasleys’ kitchen fire.

“Did he eat it? ” said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet.

“Yeah, ” said Harry, straightening up. “What was it? ”

“Ton-Tongue Toffee, ” said Fred brightly. “George and I in- vented them, and we’ve been looking for someone to test them on all summer. . . . ”

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; Harry looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red-haired people Harry had never seen before,

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though he knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.

“How’re you doing, Harry? ” said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather- beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry’s hand. Bill came as something of a surprise. Harry knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and that Bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; Harry had always imagined Bill to be an older version of Percy: fussy about rule-breaking and fond of bossing everyone around. However, Bill was — there was no other word for it —

cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail.

He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George’s shoulder. He was looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him.

“That wasn’t funny, Fred! ” he shouted. “What on earth did you

give that Muggle boy? ”

“I didn’t give him anything, ” said Fred, with another evil grin. “I

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just dropped it. . . . It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told

him to. ”

“You dropped it on purpose! ” roared Mr. Weasley. “You knew he’d eat it, you knew he was on a diet —”

“How big did his tongue get? ” George asked eagerly. “It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it! ” Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter again.

“It isn’t funny! ” Mr. Weasley shouted. “That sort of behavior se-

riously undermines wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —”

“We didn’t give it to him because he’s a Muggle! ” said Fred indignantly.

“No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git, ” said George. “Isn’t he, Harry? ”

“Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley, ” said Harry earnestly. “That’s not the point! ” raged Mr. Weasley. “You wait until I tell your mother —”

“Tell me what? ” said a voice behind them.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. She was a short, plump woman with a very kind face, though her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.

“Oh hello, Harry, dear, ” she said, spotting him and smiling.

Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. “Tell me what,

Arthur? ”

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn’t really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr.

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Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley. One, with very bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harry’s and Ron’s friend, Hermione Granger. The other, who was small and red- haired, was Ron’s younger sister, Ginny. Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet — she had been very taken with Harry ever since his first visit to the Burrow.

“Tell me what, Arthur? ” Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous

sort of voice.

“It’s nothing, Molly, ” mumbled Mr. Weasley, “Fred and George just — but I’ve had words with them —”

“What have they done this time? ” said Mrs. Weasley. “If it’s got anything to do with Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes —”

“Why don’t you show Harry where he’s sleeping, Ron? ” said Hermione from the doorway.

“He knows where he’s sleeping, ” said Ron, “in my room, he slept there last —”

“We can all go, ” said Hermione pointedly.

“Oh, ” said Ron, cottoning on. “Right. ”

“Yeah, we’ll come too, ” said George.

“ You stay where you are! ” snarled Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron edged out of the kitchen, and they, Hermione, and Ginny set off along the narrow hallway and up the rickety staircase that zigzagged through the house to the upper stories. “What are Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes? ” Harry asked as they climbed.

Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn’t. “Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning

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Fred and George’s room, ” said Ron quietly. “Great long price lists for stuff they’ve invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they’d been inventing all that. . . ”

“We’ve been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but

we never thought they were actually making things, ” said Ginny.

“We thought they just liked the noise. ”

“Only, most of the stuff — well, all of it, really — was a bit dan- gerous, ” said Ron, “and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren’t allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. . . . She’s furious at them anyway. They didn’t get as many O. W. L. s as she expected. ”

O. W. L. s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.

“And then there was this big row, ” Ginny said, “because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop. ”

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression. “Hi, Percy, ” said Harry.

“Oh hello, Harry, ” said Percy. “I was wondering who was making all the noise. I’m trying to work in here, you know — I’ve got a report to finish for the office — and it’s rather difficult to con- centrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs. ”

“We’re not thundering, ” said Ron irritably. “We’re walking. Sorry

if we’ve disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic. ” “What are you working on? ” said Harry.

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“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooper- ation, ” said Percy smugly. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin — leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three per- cent a year —”

“That’ll change the world, that report will, ” said Ron. “Front

page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks. ”

Percy went slightly pink.

“You might sneer, Ron, ” he said heatedly, “but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger —”

“Yeah, yeah, all right, ” said Ron, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Hermi- one, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffees.

The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had the last time that Harry had come to stay: the same posters of Ron’s favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which had previously held frog spawn, now contained one extremely large frog. Ron’s old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny gray owl that had delivered Ron’s letter to Harry in Privet Drive. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.

“Shut up, Pig, ” said Ron, edging his way between two of the

four beds that had been squeezed into the room. “Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room, ” he

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told Harry. “Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he’s

got to work. ”

“Er — why are you calling that owl Pig? ” Harry asked Ron. “Because he’s being stupid, ” said Ginny. “Its proper name is Pigwidgeon. ”

“Yeah, and that’s not a stupid name at all, ” said Ron sarcastically. “Ginny named him, ” he explained to Harry. “She reckons it’s sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won’t answer to anything else. So now he’s Pig. I’ve got to keep him up here be- cause he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that. ”

Pigwidgeon zoomed happily around his cage, hooting shrilly. Harry knew Ron too well to take him seriously. He had moaned continually about his old rat, Scabbers, but had been most upset when Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, appeared to have eaten him. “Where’s Crookshanks? ” Harry asked Hermione now.

“Out in the garden, I expect, ” she said. “He likes chasing gnomes. He’s never seen any before. ”

“Percy’s enjoying work, then? ” said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling.

“Enjoying it? ” said Ron darkly. “I don’t reckon he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him. He’s obsessed. Just don’t get him onto the

subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch. . . as I was saying to Mr.

Crouch. . . Mr. Crouch is of the opinion . . . Mr. Crouch was telling

me. . . They’ll be announcing their engagement any day now. ”

“Have you had a good summer, Harry? ” said Hermione. “Did you get our food parcels and everything? ”

“Yeah, thanks a lot, ” said Harry. “They saved my life, those cakes. ”

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“And have you heard from —? ” Ron began, but at a look from Hermione he fell silent. Harry knew Ron had been about to ask about Sirius. Ron and Hermione had been so deeply involved in helping Sirius escape from the Ministry of Magic that they were almost as concerned about Harry’s godfather as he was. However, discussing him in front of Ginny was a bad idea. Nobody but themselves and Professor Dumbledore knew about how Sirius had escaped, or believed in his innocence.

“I think they’ve stopped arguing, ” said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron to Harry. “Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner? ” “Yeah, all right, ” said Ron. The four of them left Ron’s room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered.

“We’re eating out in the garden, ” she said when they came in. “There’s just not room for eleven people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two, ” she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, ” she snapped, now directing her wand at

a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes. “Those two! ” she burst out savagely, now pulling pots and pans out of a cupboard, and Harry knew she meant Fred and George. “I don’t know what’s go- ing to happen to them, I really don’t. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can. . . . ”

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kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred.

“It’s not as though they haven’t got brains, ” she continued irrita- bly, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a fur- ther poke of her wand, “but they’re wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, they’ll be in real trouble. I’ve had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way they’re going, they’ll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office. ”

Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open. Harry and Ron both jumped out of the way as several knives soared out of it, flew across the kitchen, and began chopping the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by the dustpan.

“I don’t know where we went wrong with them, ” said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. “It’s been the same for years, one thing after another, and

they won’t listen to — OH NOT AGAIN! ”

She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse.

“One of their fake wands again! ” she shouted. “How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around? ”

She grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking.

“C’mon, ” Ron said hurriedly to Harry, seizing a handful of cut- lery from the open drawer, “let’s go and help Bill and Charlie. ” They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard.

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ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottle- brush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Harry recognized it instantly as a gnome. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. Harry could hear the gnome giggling madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it. Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the com- motion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two bat- tered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other’s out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.