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"
He
's
back
!
"
said
George
.
"
Dad
's
home
!
"
They
hurried
through
the
garden
and
back
into
the
house
.
Mr.
Weasley
was
slumped
in
a
kitchen
chair
with
his
glasses
off
and
his
eyes
closed
.
He
was
a
thin
man
,
going
bald
,
but
the
little
hair
he
had
was
as
red
as
any
of
his
children
's
.
He
was
wearing
long
green
robes
,
which
were
dusty
and
travel-worn
.
"
What
a
night
,
"
he
mumbled
,
groping
for
the
teapot
as
they
all
sat
down
around
him
.
"
Nine
raids
.
Nine
!
And
old
Mundungus
Fletcher
tried
to
put
a
hex
on
me
when
I
had
my
back
turned
...
"
Mr.
Weasley
took
a
long
gulp
of
tea
and
sighed
.
"
Find
anything
,
Dad
?
"
said
Fred
eagerly
.
"
All
I
got
were
a
few
shrinking
door
keys
and
a
biting
kettle
,
"
yawned
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
There
was
some
pretty
nasty
stuff
that
was
n't
my
department
,
though
.
Mortlake
was
taken
away
for
questioning
about
some
extremely
odd
ferrets
,
but
that
's
the
Committee
on
Experimental
Charms
,
thank
goodness
...
"
"
Why
would
anyone
bother
making
door
keys
shrink
?
"
said
George
.
"
Just
Muggle-baiting
,
"
sighed
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
Sell
them
a
key
that
keeps
shrinking
to
nothing
so
they
can
never
find
it
when
they
need
it
...
Of
course
,
it
's
very
hard
to
convict
anyone
because
no
Muggle
would
admit
their
key
keeps
shrinking
-
they
'll
insist
they
just
keep
losing
it
.
Bless
them
,
they
'll
go
to
any
lengths
to
ignore
magic
,
even
if
it
's
staring
them
in
the
face
...
But
the
things
our
lot
have
taken
to
enchanting
,
you
would
n't
believe
--
"
"
LIKE
CARS
,
FOR
INSTANCE
?
"
