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"
Yeah
,
"
said
Ron
uncertainly
,
"
I
mean
,
that
's
just
what
you
hear
,
you
know
,
that
all
these
old
stories
came
from
Beedle
.
I
dunno
what
they
're
like
in
the
original
versions
.
"
"
But
I
wonder
why
Dumbledore
thought
I
should
read
them
?
"
Something
creaked
downstairs
.
"
Probably
just
Charlie
,
now
Mum
's
asleep
,
sneaking
off
to
regrow
his
hair
,
"
said
Ron
nervously
.
"
All
the
same
,
we
should
get
to
bed
,
"
whispered
Hermione
.
"
It
would
n't
do
to
oversleep
tomorrow
.
"
"
No
,
"
agreed
Ron
"
A
brutal
triple
murder
by
the
bridegroom
's
mother
might
put
a
bit
of
a
damper
on
the
wedding
.
I
'll
get
the
lights
.
"
And
he
clicked
the
Deluminator
once
more
as
Hermione
left
the
room
.
Three
o'clock
on
the
following
afternoon
found
Harry
,
Ron
,
Fred
,
and
George
standing
outside
the
great
white
marquee
in
the
orchard
,
awaiting
the
arrival
of
the
wedding
guests
.
Harry
had
taken
a
large
dose
of
Polyjuice
Potion
and
was
now
the
double
of
a
redheaded
Muggle
boy
from
the
local
village
,
Ottery
St.
Catchpole
,
from
whom
Fred
had
stolen
hairs
using
a
Summoning
Charm
.
The
plan
was
to
introduce
Harry
as
"
Cousin
Barny
"
and
trust
to
the
great
number
of
Weasley
relatives
to
camouflage
him
.
All
four
of
them
were
clutching
seating
plans
,
so
that
they
could
help
show
people
to
the
right
seats
.
A
host
of
white-robed
waiters
had
arrived
an
hour
earlier
,
along
with
a
golden-jacketed
band
,
and
all
of
these
wizards
were
currently
sitting
a
short
distance
away
under
a
tree
;
Harry
could
see
a
blue
haze
of
pipe
smoke
issuing
from
the
spot
.
