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â€œWe didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!â€ said Fred indignantly.
â€œNo, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git,â€ said George. â€œIsn't he, Harry?â€
â€œYeah, he is, Mr. Weasley,â€ said Harry earnestly.
â€œThat's not the point!â€ raged Mr. Weasley. â€œYou wait until I tell your mother -â€
â€œTell me what?â€ 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.
â€œOh hello, Harry, dear,â€ she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. â€œTell me what, Arthur?â€
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. 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.
â€œTell me what, Arthur?â€ Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.
â€œIt's nothing, Molly,â€ mumbled Mr. Weasley, â€œFred and George just - but I've had words with them -â€
â€œWhat have they done this time?â€ said Mrs. Weasley. â€œIf it's got anything to do with Weasleysâ€™ Wizard Wheezes -â€
â€œWhy don't you show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron?â€ said Hermione from the doorway.
â€œHe knows where he's sleeping,â€ said Ron, â€œin my room, he slept there last -â€
â€œWe can all go,â€ said Hermione pointedly.
â€œOh,â€ said Ron, cottoning on. â€œRight.â€
â€œYeah, we'll come too,â€ said George.
â€œYou stay where you are!â€ 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.
â€œWhat are Weasleysâ€™ Wizard Wheezes?â€ Harry asked as they climbed.
Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn't.
â€œMum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room,â€ said Ron quietly. â€œGreat 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 thatâ€¦â€
â€œWe've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things,â€ said Ginny. â€œWe thought they just liked the noise.â€
â€œOnly, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous,â€ said Ron, â€œand, 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 formsâ€¦.She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected.â€
O.W.L.s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.
â€œAnd then there was this big row,â€ Ginny said, â€œbecause 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.â€
Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.
â€œHi, Percy,â€ said Harry.
â€œOh hello, Harry,â€ said Percy. â€œI 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 concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.â€
â€œWe're not thundering, â€œsaid Ron irritably. â€œWe're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.â€
â€œWhat are you working on?â€ said Harry.
â€œA report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,â€ said Percy smugly. â€œWe'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 percent a year -â€
â€œThat'll change the world, that report will,â€ said Ron. â€œFront page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.â€
Percy went slightly pink.
â€œYou might sneer, Ron,â€ he said heatedly, â€œbut unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger -â€
â€œYeah, yeah, all right,â€ 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. 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.
â€œShut up, Pig,â€ said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. â€œFred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room,â€ he told Harry. â€œPercy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work.â€
â€œEr - why are you calling that owl Pig?â€ Harry asked Ron.
â€œBecause he's being stupid,â€ said Ginny, â€œIts proper name is Pigwidgeon.â€
â€œYeah, and that's not a stupid name at all,â€ said Ron sarcastically. â€œGinny named him,â€ he explained to Harry. â€œShe 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 because 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.
â€œWhere's Crookshanks?â€ Harry asked Hermione now.
â€œOut in the garden, I expect,â€ she said. â€œHe likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before.â€
â€œPercy's enjoying work, then?â€ said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling.
â€œEnjoying it?â€ said Ron darkly. â€œI 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. Crouchâ€¦as I was saying to Mr. Crouchâ€¦ Mr. Crouch is of the opinionâ€¦Mr. Crouch was telling meâ€¦They'll be announcing their engagement any day now.â€
â€œHave you had a good summer, Harry?â€ said Hermione. â€œDid you get our food parcels and everything?â€
â€œYeah, thanks a lot,â€ said Harry. â€œThey saved my life, those cakes.â€
â€œAnd have you heard from -?â€ 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.
â€œI think they've stopped arguing,â€ said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron to Harry. â€œShall we go down and help your mum with dinner?â€
â€œYeah, all right,â€ 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.
â€œWe're eating out in the garden,â€ she said when they came in. â€œThere'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,â€ 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.
â€œOh for heaven's sake,â€ she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes. â€œThose two!â€ 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 going to happen to them, I really don't. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly canâ€¦.â€
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.
â€œIt's not as though they haven't got brains, she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wand, â€œbut 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.â€
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.
â€œI don't know where we went wrong with them,â€ said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. â€œIt's been the same for years, one thing after another, and they won't listen to - OH NOT AGAIN!â€
She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse.
â€œOne of their fake wands again!â€ she shouted. â€œHow many times have I told them not to leave them lying around?â€
She grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking.
â€œC'mon,â€ Ron said hurriedly to Harry, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, â€œlet's go and help Bill and Charlie.â€
They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard.
They had only gone a few paces when Hermione's bandy-legged 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 commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered 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.
Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor.
â€œWill you keep it down?!â€ he bellowed.
â€œSorry, Perce,â€ said Bill, grinning. â€œHow're the cauldron bottoms coming on?â€
â€œVery badly,â€ 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 o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath 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 on cauldron bottoms.
â€œI've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday,â€ Percy was saying pompously. â€œThat's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, its extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman -â€
â€œI like Ludo,â€ said Mr. Weasley mildly. â€œHe 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.â€
â€œOh Bagman's likable enough, of course,â€ said Percy dismissively, â€œbut how he ever got to be Head of Departmentâ€¦when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?â€
â€œYes, I was asking Ludo about that,â€ said Mr. Weasley, frowning. â€œHe says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now - though must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried.â€¦â€
â€œOh Bertha's hopeless, all right,â€ said Percy. â€œI hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worthâ€¦but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. 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. Howeverâ€ - Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine - â€œwe've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup.â€
Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. â€œYou know the one I'm talking about, Father.â€ He raised his voice slightly. â€œThe top-secret one.â€
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered to Harry and Hermione, â€œHe's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons.â€
In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition.
â€œâ€¦with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?â€
â€œMum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure,â€ said Bill patiently.
â€œAnd your hair's getting silly, dear,â€ said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly.â€ I wish you'd let me give it a trim.â€¦â€
â€œI like it,â€ said Ginny, who was sitting beside Bill. â€œYou're so old-fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore'sâ€¦.â€
Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup.
â€œIt's got to be Ireland,â€ said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. â€œThey flattened Peru in the semifinals.â€
â€œBulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though,â€ said Fred.
â€œKrum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven,â€ said Charlie shortly. â€œI wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was.â€
â€œWhat happened?â€ said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from the wizarding world when he was stuck on Privet Drive.
â€œWent down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten,â€ said Charlie gloomily. â€œShocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg.â€
Harry had been on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team ever since his first year at Hogwarts and owned one of the best racing brooms in the world, a Firebolt. Flying came more naturally to Harry than anything else in the magical world, and he played in the position of Seeker on the Gryffindor House team.
Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, and by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. Harry was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as he watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by Crookshanks.
Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy talking, then he said very quietly to Harry, â€œSo - have you heard from Sirius lately?â€
Hermione looked around, listening closely.
â€œYeah,â€ said Harry softly, â€œtwice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here.â€
He suddenly remembered the reason he had written to Sirius, and for a moment was on the verge of telling Ron and Hermione about his scar hurting again, and about the dream that had awoken himâ€¦but he really didn't want to worry them just now, not when he himself was feeling so happy and peaceful.
â€œLook at the time,â€ Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. â€œYou really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time.â€
â€œWow - hope it does this time!â€ said Harry enthusiastically.
â€œWell, I certainly don't,â€ said Percy sanctimoniously. â€œI shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days.â€
â€œYeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?â€ said Fred.
â€œThat was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!â€ said Percy, going very red in the face. â€œIt was nothing personal!â€
â€œIt was,â€ Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. â€œWe sent it.â€
The Goblet Of Fire
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