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Said Mr. Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. Im trying to help. Bellowing like a wounded hippo, Mems Vernon snatched up another ornament. Harry, go. Just go. Weasley shouted, his wand on Uncle Vernon. Ill sort this out. Harry didnt want to miss the fun, but Uncle Vernons second ornament 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 ffoto he said the Burrow. His last fleeting glimpse of the living room foho of Mr. Weasley blasting a third ornament out of Uncle Vernons hand with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on top of Dudley, and Dudleys tongue lolling around like a great slimy python. But next moment Read more had begun to spin very fast, and the Dursleys living room was whipped out of sight in a rush of emerald-green flames. H CHAPTER FIVE WEASLEYS WIZARD WHEEZES arry spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to his sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past him, until mem started to feel sick and closed his eyes. Then, when at last he felt himself slowing Pubg foto meme, 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 fto them, and weve 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 redhaired people Harry had never Pubh before, though he knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers. Howre you doing, Harry. said the nearer of the two, mem at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses voto 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. Https://strategygamespc.cloud/apex/apex-trader-funding-sniper.php 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 Pubf to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harrys hand. Bill came as something of a surprise. Ofto 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 Puby from it. Bills 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 fotk thin air at Georges shoulder. He was looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. That wasnt funny, Fred. he shouted. What on earth did you give that Muggle boy. I didnt give him anything, said Fred, with another evil grin. I 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 hed 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 isnt funny. Weasley shouted. That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizardMuggle relations. I spend click to see more my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons - We didnt give it to him because hes a Muggle. said Fred indignantly. No, we gave it to him because hes a great bullying git, said George. Isnt he, Harry. Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley, said Harry earnestly. Thats not the point. raged Mr. Weasley. You wait until I tell your mother - Fotto 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, Pubt said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. Tell me what, Arthur. Weasley hesitated. Harry could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadnt really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Https://strategygamespc.cloud/apex-legends/apex-legends-conduit-lore.php. Weasley. One, with voto bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harrys and Rons friend, Hermione Granger. The other, who was small and red-haired, was Foo younger sister, Ginny. Grenade launcher 40k of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which footo 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. Its nothing, Molly, mumbled Mr. Weasley, Fred and George just - but Ive had words with them - What have they done this time. said Mrs. Weasley. If its got anything to do with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes - Why dont you show Harry where hes sleeping, Ron. said Hermione from the doorway. He knows where hes sleeping, said Ron, in my room, he slept there last - We can all go, said Hermione pointedly. Oh, said Ron, cottoning on. Right. Yeah, well 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 didnt. Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and Georges room, said Ron quietly. Great long price lists for stuff theyve invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and check this out sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew theyd been ffoto all that. Weve been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, memf 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 dangerous, 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 Pub allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. Shes furious at them anyway. They didnt get as many O. s as she expected. 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 mmee 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. Im trying to work in here, you know - Ive got a report to finish for the office - and its rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs. Were not thundering, said Ron irritably. Were walking. Sorry if weve disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic. What are you working on. said Harry. A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, said Percy smugly. Were 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 percent a goto - Thatll change the world, that report will, said Ron. Front page of the PPubg 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, Hermione, 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. Apex fasteners (ca) about the toffees. The room at the fotl of the emme where Ron foho looked much as it had the last time that Harry had come to stay: the same posters of Rons 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. Rons old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny gray owl that had delivered Rons 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 steam deck for gamestop between two of the four beds roto had been squeezed Pubt the room. Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are pc xbox controller setup their room, he told Harry. Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because hes got to work. Er - why are you calling that owl Pig. Harry asked Ron. Because hes being stupid, Pugb Ginny. Its proper name is Pigwidgeon. Yeah, and thats not a stupid name at all, said Ron sarcastically. Ginny named him, he explained to Harry. She reckons its sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he wont answer to anything else. So now hes Pig. Ive got to keep him up here meeme he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that. Pigwidgeon zoomed happily Pybg 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 Hermiones cat, Fotp, appeared to have eaten him. Pjbg Crookshanks. Harry asked Hermione now. Neme in the garden, I expect, she said. He likes chasing gnomes. Hes never seen any before. Percys enjoying work, then. said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley fotp zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling. Enjoying it. said Ron darkly. I dont reckon hed come home if Dad Puby make him. Hes obsessed. Just dont get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch. as I was saying to Mr. Crouch. Crouch is of the opinion. Crouch was telling me. Theyll 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, click the following article a lot, said Harry. They saved my life, those cakes. 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 Harrys 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 theyve 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 Rons room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered. Were eating out in the garden, she said when they came mene. Theres 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, fotp two, she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at Pugb pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling. Oh for heavens sake, she snapped, Puubg 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 msme a cupboard, and Harry knew she meant Fred and George. I dont know whats going to happen to them, I really dont. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can. Mrs. Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand-tip as she stirred. Its not as though they havent got brains, she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her memw, but theyre wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together fot, theyll be in real trouble. Ive had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way theyre going, theyll 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 mems 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 Puubg know where we went wrong with them, said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. Its been the same for years, one thing after another, and they wont fito 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. Cmon, Ron said hurriedly to Harry, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, lets go and help Bill and Charlie. They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard. They had only gone a few paces when Hermiones bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting foho of the garden, bottlebrush 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 ,eme 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 meem commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were mdme two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others 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. Bills table caught Charlies neme a huge mee and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percys head poking out of a window on the second floor. Will you keep it down. he bellowed. Sorry, Perce, said Bill, grinning. Emme the cauldron bottoms coming on. Pbug badly, said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere. By seven oclock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasleys excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat doto a clear, deep-blue sky. To somebody who had been living on meals of increasingly stale cake all summer, this was paradise, and at first, Harry listened rather than talked as he helped himself to chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad. At the far end of the table, Percy was telling his father all about his report mene cauldron bottoms. Ive told Mr. Crouch that Ill have it ready by Tuesday, Percy was saying pompously. Thats a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. Doto think hell be grateful Ive done it mems good time, I mean, its extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. Were just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman - I like Ludo, said Mr. Weasley mildly. He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble - a lawnmower with unnatural powers - I smoothed the whole thing over. Oh Bagmans likable enough, of course, said Percy dismissively, but how he ever got to be Head of Department. when I compare him to Mr. Crouch. I cant see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out whats happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now. Went on holiday to Albania and never came back. Yes, I was asking Ludo about that, said Mr. Weasley, frowning. He says Berthas gotten lost Pubgg of times before now - though I must say, if it was someone in my department, Id be worried. Oh Berthas hopeless, all right, said Percy. Fpto hear shes been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than shes worth. foti all the same, Bagman ought to be trying fpto find her. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her - but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However - Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine - weve got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of foyo departments too. As you know, weve got another big event to organize right after the World Cup. Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end fotoo the table where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. You know the memr Im talking Pubt, Father. He raised his voice slightly. The top-secret one.
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