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They
said
good-bye
to
the
Grangers
,
who
were
leaving
the
pub
for
the
Muggle
street
on
the
other
side
;
Mr.
Weasley
started
to
ask
them
how
bus
stops
worked
,
but
stopped
quickly
at
the
look
on
Mrs.
Weasley
's
face
.
Harry
took
off
his
glasses
and
put
them
safely
in
his
pocket
before
helping
himself
to
Floo
powder
.
It
definitely
was
n't
his
favorite
way
to
travel
.
The
end
of
the
summer
vacation
came
too
quickly
for
Harry
's
liking
.
He
was
looking
forward
to
getting
back
to
Hogwarts
,
but
his
month
at
the
Burrow
had
been
the
happiest
of
his
life
.
It
was
difficult
not
to
feel
jealous
of
Ron
when
he
thought
of
the
Dursleys
and
the
sort
of
welcome
he
could
expect
next
time
he
turned
up
on
Privet
Drive
.
On
their
last
evening
,
Mrs.
Weasley
conjured
up
a
sumptuous
dinner
that
included
all
of
Harry
's
favorite
things
,
ending
with
a
mouthwatering
treacle
pudding
.
Fred
and
George
rounded
off
the
evening
with
a
display
of
Filibuster
fireworks
;
they
filled
the
kitchen
with
red
and
blue
stars
that
bounced
from
ceiling
to
wall
for
at
least
half
an
hour
.
Then
it
was
time
for
a
last
mug
of
hot
chocolate
and
bed
.
It
took
a
long
while
to
get
started
next
morning
.
They
were
up
at
dawn
,
but
somehow
they
still
seemed
to
have
a
great
deal
to
do
.
Mrs.
Weasley
dashed
about
in
a
bad
mood
looking
for
spare
socks
and
quills
;
people
kept
colliding
on
the
stairs
,
half-dressed
with
bits
of
toast
in
their
hands
;
and
Mr.
Weasley
nearly
broke
his
neck
,
tripping
over
a
stray
chicken
as
he
crossed
the
yard
carrying
Ginny
's
trunk
to
the
car
.
Harry
could
n't
see
how
eight
people
,
six
large
trunks
,
two
owls
,
and
a
rat
were
going
to
fit
into
one
small
Ford
Anglia
.
He
had
reckoned
,
of
course
,
without
the
special
features
that
Mr.
Weasley
had
added
.
"
Not
a
word
to
Molly
,
"
he
whispered
to
Harry
as
he
opened
the
.
trunk
and
showed
him
how
it
had
been
magically
expanded
so
that
the
luggage
fitted
easily
.
When
at
last
they
were
all
in
the
car
,
Mrs.
Weasley
glanced
into
the
back
seat
,
where
Harry
,
Ron
,
Fred
,
George
,
and
Percy
were
all
sitting
comfortably
side
by
side
,
and
said
,
"
Muggles
do
know
more
than
we
give
them
credit
for
,
do
n't
they
?
"
She
and
Ginny
got
into
the
front
seat
,
which
had
been
stretched
so
that
it
resembled
a
park
bench
.
"
I
mean
,
you
'd
never
know
it
was
this
roomy
from
the
outside
,
would
you
?
"
Mr.
Weasley
started
up
the
engine
and
they
trundled
out
of
the
yard
,
Harry
turning
back
for
a
last
look
at
the
house
.
He
barely
had
time
to
wonder
when
he
'd
see
it
again
when
they
were
back
.
George
had
forgotten
his
box
of
Filibuster
fireworks
.
Five
minutes
after
that
,
they
skidded
to
a
halt
in
the
yard
so
that
Fred
could
run
in
for
his
broomstick
.
They
had
almost
reached
the
highway
when
Ginny
shrieked
that
she
'd
left
her
diary
.
By
the
time
she
had
clambered
back
into
the
car
,
they
were
running
very
late
,
and
tempers
were
running
high
.
