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the discarded pile with a rather fierce look. “I’ve been packing for days, so we’re ready to leave at a moment’s notice, which for your information has included doing some pretty difficult magic, not to mention smuggling Mad-Eye’s whole stock of Polyjuice Potion right under Ron’s mum’s nose.

“I’ve also modified my parents’ memories so that they’re con- vinced they’re really called Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and that their life’s ambition is to move to Australia, which they have now done. That’s to make it more difficult for Voldemort to track them

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down and interrogate them about me — or you, because unfortu- nately, I’ve told them quite a bit about you.

“Assuming I survive our hunt for the Horcruxes, I’ll find Mum and Dad and lift the enchantment. If I don’t — well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy. Wendell and Monica Wilkins don’t know that they’ve got a daughter, you see.

Hermione’s eyes were swimming with tears again. Ron got back off the bed, put his arm around her once more, and frowned at Harry as though reproaching him for lack of tact. Harry could not think of anything to say, not least because it was highly unusual for Ron to be teaching anyone else tact.

“I — Hermione, I’m sorry — I didn’t —”

“Didn’t realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we come with you? Well, we do. Ron, show Harry what you’ve done. ”

“Nah, he’s just eaten, ” said Ron.

“Go on, he needs to know! ”

“Oh, all right. Harry, come here. ”

For the second time Ron withdrew his arm from around Hermi- one and stumped over to the door.

“C’mon. ”

“Why? ” Harry asked, following Ron out of the room onto the tiny landing.

“ Descendo, ” muttered Ron, pointing his wand at the low ceiling. A

hatch opened right over their heads and a ladder slid down to their feet. A horrible, half-sucking, half-moaning sound came out of the square hole, along with an unpleasant smell like open drains.

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“That’s your ghoul, isn’t it? ” asked Harry, who had never actually met the creature that sometimes disrupted the nightly silence. “Yeah, it is, ” said Ron, climbing the ladder. “Come and have a look at him. ”

Harry followed Ron up the few short steps into the tiny attic space. His head and shoulders were in the room before he caught sight of the creature curled up a few feet from him, fast asleep in the gloom with its large mouth wide open.

“But it. . . it looks. . . do ghouls normally wear pajamas? ” “No, ” said Ron. “Nor have they usually got red hair or that num- ber of pustules. ”

Harry contemplated the thing, slightly revolted. It was human in shape and size, and was wearing what, now that Harry’s eyes became used to the darkness, was clearly an old pair of Ron’s pajamas. He was also sure that ghouls were generally rather slimy and bald, rather than distinctly hairy and covered in angry purple blisters.

“He’s me, see? ” said Ron.

“No, ” said Harry. “I don’t. ”

“I’ll explain it back in my room, the smell’s getting to me, ” said Ron. They climbed back down the ladder, which Ron returned to the ceiling, and rejoined Hermione, who was still sorting books. “Once we’ve left, the ghoul’s going to come and live down here in my room, ” said Ron. “I think he’s really looking forward to it — well, it’s hard to tell, because all he can do is moan and drool — but he nods a lot when you mention it. Anyway, he’s going to be me with spattergroit. Good, eh? ”

Harry merely looked his confusion.

“It is! ” said Ron, clearly frustrated that Harry had not grasped the brilliance of the plan. “Look, when we three don’t turn up at

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Hogwarts again, everyone’s going to think Hermione and I must be with you, right? Which means the Death Eaters will go straight for our families to see if they’ve got information on where you are. ” “But hopefully it’ll look like I’ve gone away with Mum and Dad; a lot of Muggle-borns are talking about going into hiding at the moment, ” said Hermione.

“We can’t hide my whole family, it’ll look too fishy and they can’t all leave their jobs, ” said Ron. “So we’re going to put out the story that I’m seriously ill with spattergroit, which is why I can’t go back to school. If anyone comes calling to investigate, Mum or Dad can show them the ghoul in my bed, covered in pustules. Spattergroit’s really contagious, so they’re not going to want to go near him. It won’t matter that he can’t say anything, either, because apparently you can’t once the fungus has spread to your uvula. ”

“And your mum and dad are in on this plan? ” asked Harry. “Dad is. He helped Fred and George transform the ghoul. Mum. . . well, you’ve seen what she’s like. She won’t accept we’re going till we’ve gone. ”

There was silence in the room, broken only by gentle thuds as Hermione continued to throw books onto one pile or the other. Ron sat watching her, and Harry looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough.

Through the silence came the muffled sounds of Mrs. Weasley shouting from four floors below.

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“Ginny’s probably left a speck of dust on a poxy napkin ring, ” said Ron. “I dunno why the Delacours have got to come two days before the wedding. ”

“Fleur’s sister’s a bridesmaid, she needs to be here for the rehearsal, and she’s too young to come on her own, ” said Hermione, as she

pored indecisively over Break with a Banshee.

“Well, guests aren’t going to help Mum’s stress levels, ” said Ron.

“What we really need to decide, ” said Hermione, tossing Defensive

Magical Theory into the bin without a second glance and picking

up An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe, “is where we’re

going after we leave here. I know you said you wanted to go to Godric’s Hollow first, Harry, and I understand why, but. . . well. . . shouldn’t we make the Horcruxes our priority? ”

“If we knew where any of the Horcruxes were, I’d agree with you, ” said Harry, who did not believe that Hermione really understood his desire to return to Godric’s Hollow. His parents’ graves were only part of the attraction: He had a strong, though inexplicable, feeling that the place held answers for him. Perhaps it was simply because it was there that he had survived Voldemort’s Killing Curse; now that he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, Harry was drawn to the place where it had happened, wanting to understand.

“Don’t you think there’s a possibility that Voldemort’s keeping a watch on Godric’s Hollow? ” Hermione asked. “He might expect you to go back and visit your parents’ graves once you’re free to go wherever you like? ”

This had not occurred to Harry. While he struggled to find a counterargument, Ron spoke up, evidently following his own train of thought.

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“This R. A. B. person, ” he said. “You know, the one who stole the real locket? ”

Hermione nodded.

“He said in his note he was going to destroy it, didn’t he? ” Harry dragged his rucksack toward him and pulled out the fake Horcrux in which R. A. B. ’s note was still folded.

“‘I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as

I can, ’” Harry read out.

“Well, what if he did finish it off? ” said Ron.

“Or she, ” interposed Hermione.

“Whichever, ” said Ron, “it’d be one less for us to do! ” “Yes, but we’re still going to have to try and trace the real locket, aren’t we? ” said Hermione, “to find out whether or not it’s destroyed. ”

“And once we get hold of it, how do you destroy a Horcrux? ”

asked Ron.

“Well, ” said Hermione, “I’ve been researching that. ” “How? ” asked Harry. “I didn’t think there were any books on Horcruxes in the library? ”

“There weren’t, ” said Hermione, who had turned pink. “Dumble- dore removed them all, but he — he didn’t destroy them. ”

Ron sat up straight, wide-eyed.

“How in the name of Merlin’s pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books? ”

“It — it wasn’t stealing! ” said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron with a kind of desperation. “They were still library books, even

if Dumbledore had taken them off the shelves. Anyway, if he really

didn’t want anyone to get at them, I’m sure he would have made it much harder to —”

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“Get to the point! ” said Ron.

“Well. . . it was easy, ” said Hermione in a small voice. “I just did a Summoning Charm. You know — Accio. And — they zoomed out of Dumbledore’s study window right into the girls’ dormitory. ” “But when did you do this? ” Harry asked, regarding Hermione with a mixture of admiration and incredulity.

“Just after his — Dumbledore’s — funeral, ” said Hermione in an even smaller voice. “Right after we agreed we’d leave school and go and look for the Horcruxes. When I went back upstairs to get my things it — it just occurred to me that the more we knew about them, the better it would be. . . and I was alone in there. . . so I tried. . . and it worked. They flew straight in through the open window and I — I packed them. ”

She swallowed and then said imploringly, “I can’t believe Dum- bledore would have been angry, it’s not as though we’re going to use the information to make a Horcrux, is it? ”

“Can you hear us complaining? ” said Ron. “Where are these books anyway? ”

Hermione rummaged for a moment and then extracted from the pile a large volume, bound in faded black leather. She looked a little nauseated and held it as gingerly as if it were something re- cently dead.

“This is the one that gives explicit instructions on how to make

a Horcrux. Secrets of the Darkest Art — it’s a horrible book, really

awful, full of evil magic. I wonder when Dumbledore removed it from the library. . . . If he didn’t do it until he was headmaster, I bet Voldemort got all the instruction he needed from here. ”

“Why did he have to ask Slughorn how to make a Horcrux, then, if he’d already read that? ” asked Ron.

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“He only approached Slughorn to find out what would happen if you split your soul into seven, ” said Harry. “Dumbledore was sure Riddle already knew how to make a Horcrux by the time he asked Slughorn about them. I think you’re right, Hermione, that could easily have been where he got the information. ”

“And the more I’ve read about them, ” said Hermione, “the more horrible they seem, and the less I can believe that he actually made six. It warns in this book how unstable you make the rest of your soul by ripping it, and that’s just by making one Horcrux! ”

Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said about Voldemort moving beyond “usual evil. ”

“Isn’t there any way of putting yourself back together? ” Ron asked.

“Yes, ” said Hermione with a hollow smile, “but it would be ex- cruciatingly painful. ”

“Why? How do you do it? ” asked Harry.

“Remorse, ” said Hermione. “You’ve got to really feel what you’ve done. There’s a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I can’t see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you? ”

“No, ” said Ron, before Harry could answer. “So does it say how to destroy Horcruxes in that book? ”

“Yes, ” said Hermione, now turning the fragile pages as if examin- ing rotting entrails, “because it warns Dark wizards how strong they have to make the enchantments on them. From all that I’ve read, what Harry did to Riddle’s diary was one of the few really foolproof ways of destroying a Horcrux. ”

“What, stabbing it with a basilisk fang? ” asked Harry. “Oh well, lucky we’ve got such a large supply of basilisk fangs, then, ” said Ron. “I was wondering what we were going to do with them. ”

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“It doesn’t have to be a basilisk fang, ” said Hermione patiently. “It has to be something so destructive that the Horcrux can’t re- pair itself. Basilisk venom only has one antidote, and it’s incredibly rare —

“— phoenix tears, ” said Harry, nodding.

“Exactly, ” said Hermione. “Our problem is that there are very few substances as destructive as basilisk venom, and they’re all danger- ous to carry around with you. That’s a problem we’re going to have to solve, though, because ripping, smashing, or crushing a Horcrux won’t do the trick. You’ve got to put it beyond magical repair. ” “But even if we wreck the thing it lives in, ” said Ron, “why can’t the bit of soul in it just go and live in something else? ”

“Because a Horcrux is the complete opposite of a human being. ” Seeing that Harry and Ron looked thoroughly confused, Hermi- one hurried on, “Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn’t damage your soul at all. ” “Which would be a real comfort to me, I’m sure, ” said Ron. Harry laughed.

“It should be, actually! But my point is that whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched, ” said Hermione. “But it’s the other way round with a Horcrux. The fragment of soul inside it depends on its container, its enchanted body, for survival. It can’t exist without it. ”

“That diary sort of died when I stabbed it, ” said Harry, remem- bering ink pouring like blood from the punctured pages, and the screams of the piece of Voldemort’s soul as it vanished.

“And once the diary was properly destroyed, the bit of soul trapped in it could no longer exist. Ginny tried to get rid of the

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diary before you did, flushing it away, but obviously it came back good as new. ”

“Hang on, ” said Ron, frowning. “The bit of soul in that diary was possessing Ginny, wasn’t it? How does that work, then? ”

“While the magical container is still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and out of someone if they get too close to the object. I don’t mean holding it for too long, it’s nothing to do with touching it, ” she added before Ron could speak. “I mean close emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incred- ibly vulnerable. You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux. ”

“I wonder how Dumbledore destroyed the ring? ” said Harry. “Why didn’t I ask him? I never really. . . ”

His voice tailed away: He was thinking of all the things he should have asked Dumbledore, and of how, since the headmaster had died, it seemed to Harry that he had wasted so many opportunities when Dumbledore had been alive, to find out more. . . to find out everything. . . .

The silence was shattered as the bedroom door flew open with a

wall-shaking crash. Hermione shrieked and dropped Secrets of the

Darkest Art; Crookshanks streaked under the bed, hissing indig-

nantly; Ron jumped off the bed, skidded on a discarded Chocolate Frog wrapper, and smacked his head on the opposite wall; and Harry instinctively dived for his wand before realizing that he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was contorted with rage.

“I’m so sorry to break up this cozy little gathering, ” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m sure you all need your rest. . . but there are

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wedding presents stacked in my room that need sorting out and I was under the impression that you had agreed to help. ”

“Oh yes, ” said Hermione, looking terrified as she leapt to her feet, sending books flying in every direction, “we will. . . we’re sorry. . . ”

With an anguished look at Harry and Ron, Hermione hurried out of the room after Mrs. Weasley.

“It’s like being a house-elf, ” complained Ron in an undertone, still massaging his head as he and Harry followed. “Except without the job satisfaction. The sooner this wedding’s over, the happier I’ll be. ”

“Yeah, ” said Harry, “then we’ll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes. . . . It’ll be like a holiday, won’t it? ”

Ron started to laugh, but at the sight of the enormous pile of wedding presents waiting for them in Mrs. Weasley’s room, stopped quite abruptly.

The Delacours arrived the following morning at eleven o’clock. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were feeling quite resentful to- ward Fleur’s family by this time, and it was with ill grace that Ron stumped back upstairs to put on matching socks, and Harry at- tempted to flatten his hair. Once they had all been deemed smart enough, they trooped out into the sunny backyard to await the visitors.

Harry had never seen the place looking so tidy. The rusty caul- drons and old Wellington boots that usually littered the steps by the back door were gone, replaced by two new Flutterby bushes standing either side of the door in large pots; though there was no breeze, the leaves waved lazily, giving an attractive rippling effect. The chickens had been shut away, the yard had been swept, and the nearby garden

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had been pruned, plucked, and generally spruced up, although Harry, who liked it in its overgrown state, thought that it looked rather for- lorn without its usual contingent of capering gnomes.

He had lost track of how many security enchantments had been placed upon the Burrow by both the Order and the Ministry; all he knew was that it was no longer possible for anybody to travel by magic directly into the place. Mr. Weasley had therefore gone to meet the Delacours on top of a nearby hill, where they were to arrive by Portkey. The first sound of their approach was an unusu- ally high-pitched laugh, which turned out to be coming from Mr. Weasley, who appeared at the gate moments later, laden with luggage and leading a beautiful blonde woman in long, leaf-green robes, who could only be Fleur’s mother.

“Maman! ” cried Fleur, rushing forward to embrace her. “Papa! ” Monsieur Delacour was nowhere near as attractive as his wife; he was a head shorter and extremely plump, with a little, pointed black beard. However, he looked good-natured. Bouncing toward Mrs. Weasley on high-heeled boots, he kissed her twice on each cheek, leaving her flustered.

“You ’ave been to much trouble, ” he said in a deep voice. “Fleur tells us you ’ave been working very ’ard. ”

“Oh, it’s been nothing, nothing! ” trilled Mrs. Weasley. “No trou- ble at all! ”

Ron relieved his feelings by aiming a kick at a gnome who was peering out from behind one of the new Flutterby bushes. “Dear lady! ” said Monsieur Delacour, still holding Mrs. Weasley’s hand between his own two plump ones and beaming. “We are most honored at the approaching union of our two families! Let me pres- ent my wife, Apolline. ”

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Madame Delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss Mrs. Wea- sley too.

“ Enchantйe, ” she said. “Your ’usband ’as been telling us such amus-

ing stories! ”

Mr. Weasley gave a maniacal laugh; Mrs. Weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend.

“And, of course, you ’ave met my leetle daughter, Gabrielle! ” said Monsieur Delacour. Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs. Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw Harry a glow- ing look, batting her eyelashes. Ginny cleared her throat loudly. “Well, come in, do! ” said Mrs. Weasley brightly, and she ushered the Delacours into the house, with many “No, please! ”s and “After you! ”s and “Not at all! ”s.

The Delacours, it soon transpired, were helpful, pleasant guests. They were pleased with everything and keen to assist with the prepa- rations for the wedding. Monsieur Delacour pronounced every-

thing from the seating plan to the bridesmaids’ shoes “ Charmant! ”

Madame Delacour was most accomplished at household spells and had the oven properly cleaned in a trice; Gabrielle followed her elder sister around, trying to assist in any way she could and jabbering away in rapid French.

On the downside, the Burrow was not built to accommodate so many people. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were now sleeping in the sit- ting room, having shouted down Monsieur and Madame Delacour’s protests and insisted they take their bedroom. Gabrielle was sleeping with Fleur in Percy’s old room, and Bill would be sharing with Char-

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lie, his best man, once Charlie arrived from Romania. Opportunities to make plans together became virtually nonexistent, and it was in desperation that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took to volunteering to feed the chickens just to escape the overcrowded house.

“But she still won’t leave us alone! ” snarled Ron, as their second

attempt at a meeting in the yard was foiled by the appearance of Mrs. Weasley carrying a large basket of laundry in her arms.

“Oh, good, you’ve fed the chickens, ” she called as she approached them. “We’d better shut them away again before the men arrive tomorrow. . . to put up the tent for the wedding, ” she explained, pausing to lean against the henhouse. She looked exhausted. “Mil- lamant’s Magic Marquees. . . they’re very good, Bill’s escorting them. . . . You’d better stay inside while they’re here, Harry. I must say it does complicate organizing a wedding, having all these secu- rity spells around the place. ”

“I’m sorry, ” said Harry humbly.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear! ” said Mrs. Weasley at once. “I didn’t mean — well, your safety’s much more important! Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you how you want to celebrate your birthday, Harry. Seventeen, after all, it’s an important day. . . . ”

“I don’t want a fuss, ” said Harry quickly, envisaging the addi- tional strain this would put on them all. “Really, Mrs. Weasley, just a normal dinner would be fine. . . . It’s the day before the wed- ding. . . . ”

“Oh, well, if you’re sure, dear. I’ll invite Remus and Tonks, shall

I. And how about Hagrid? ”

“That’d be great, ” said Harry. “But please don’t go to loads of trouble. ”

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“Not at all, not at all. . . It’s no trouble. . . . ”

She looked at him, a long, searching look, then smiled a little sadly, straightened up, and walked away. Harry watched as she waved her wand near the washing line, and the damp clothes rose into the air to hang themselves up, and suddenly he felt a great wave of remorse for the inconvenience and the pain he was giving her.

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e was walking along a mountain road in the cool blue

light of dawn. Far below, swathed in mist, was the

shadow of a small town. Was the man he sought down there, the man he needed so badly he could think of little else, the man who held the answer, the answer to his problem. . . ?

“Oi, wake up. ”

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying again on the camp bed in Ron’s dingy attic room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Pigwidgeon was asleep with his head under his tiny wing. The scar on Harry’s forehead was prickling.

“You were muttering in your sleep. ”

“Was I? ”

“Yeah. ‘Gregorovitch. ’ You kept saying ‘Gregorovitch. ’” Harry was not wearing his glasses; Ron’s face appeared slightly blurred.

“Who’s Gregorovitch? ”

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“I dunno, do I? You were the one saying it. ”

Harry rubbed his forehead, thinking. He had a vague idea he had heard the name before, but he could not think where.

“I think Voldemort’s looking for him. ”

“Poor bloke, ” said Ron fervently.

Harry sat up, still rubbing his scar, now wide awake. He tried to remember exactly what he had seen in the dream, but all that came back was a mountainous horizon and the outline of the little village cradled in a deep valley.

“I think he’s abroad. ” “Who, Gregorovitch? ”

“Voldemort. I think he’s somewhere abroad, looking for Grego- rovitch. It didn’t look like anywhere in Britain. ”

“You reckon you were seeing into his mind again? ” Ron sounded worried.

“Do me a favor and don’t tell Hermione, ” said Harry. “Although how she expects me to stop seeing stuff in my sleep. . . ”

He gazed up at little Pigwidgeon’s cage, thinking. . . Why was the name “Gregorovitch” familiar?

“I think, ” he said slowly, “he’s got something to do with Quid- ditch. There’s some connection, but I can’t — I can’t think what it is. ”

“Quidditch? ” said Ron. “Sure you’re not thinking of Gorgo- vitch? ”

“Who? ”

“Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Can- nons for a record fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season. ”

“No, ” said Harry. “I’m definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch. ”

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“I try not to either, ” said Ron. “Well, happy birthday anyway. ” “Wow — that’s right, I forgot! I’m seventeen! ”

Harry seized the wand lying beside his camp bed, pointed it at the

cluttered desk where he had left his glasses, and said, “ Accio Glasses! ”

Although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

“Slick, ” snorted Ron.

Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron’s posses- sions flying around the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up and flutter excitedly around his cage. Harry also tried tying the laces of his trainers by magic (the resultant knot took several minutes to untie by hand) and, purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron’s Chudley Cannons posters bright blue.

“I’d do your fly by hand, though, ” Ron advised Harry, sniggering when Harry immediately checked it. “Here’s your present. Unwrap it up here, it’s not for my mother’s eyes. ”

“A book? ” said Harry as he took the rectangular parcel. “Bit of a departure from tradition, isn’t it? ”

“This isn’t your average book, ” said Ron. “It’s pure gold: Twelve

Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to

know about girls. If only I’d had this last year I’d have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with. . . Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I’ve learned a lot. You’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either. ”

When they arrived in the kitchen they found a pile of presents waiting on the table. Bill and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfasts, while Mrs. Weasley stood chatting to them over the frying pan.

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“Arthur told me to wish you a happy seventeenth, Harry, ” said Mrs. Weasley, beaming at him. “He had to leave early for work, but he’ll be back for dinner. That’s our present on top. ”

Harry sat down, took the square parcel she had indicated, and unwrapped it. Inside was a watch very like the one Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had given Ron for his seventeenth; it was gold, with stars circling around the face instead of hands.