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"
Do
n't
take
it
personally
,
she
's
rude
to
everyone
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Talking
about
Muriel
?
"
inquired
George
,
reemerging
from
the
marquee
with
Fred
.
"
Yeah
,
she
's
just
told
me
my
ears
are
lopsided
.
Old
bat
.
I
wish
old
Uncle
Bilius
was
still
with
us
,
though
;
he
was
a
right
laugh
at
weddings
.
"
"
Was
n't
he
the
one
who
saw
a
Grim
and
died
twenty-four
hours
later
?
"
asked
Hermione
.
"
Well
,
yeah
,
he
went
a
bit
odd
toward
the
end
,
"
conceded
George
.
"
But
before
he
went
loopy
he
was
the
life
and
soul
of
the
party
,
"
said
Fred
.
"
He
used
to
down
an
entire
bottle
of
firewhisky
,
then
run
onto
the
dance
floor
,
hoist
up
his
robes
,
and
start
pulling
bunches
of
flowers
out
of
his
--
"
"
Yes
,
he
sounds
a
real
charmer
,
"
said
Hermione
,
while
Harry
roared
with
laughter
.
"
Never
married
,
for
some
reason
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
You
amaze
me
,
"
said
Hermione
.
They
were
all
laughing
so
much
that
none
of
them
noticed
the
latecomer
,
a
dark-haired
young
man
with
a
large
,
curved
nose
and
thick
black
eyebrows
,
until
he
held
out
his
invitation
to
Ron
and
said
,
with
his
eyes
on
Hermione
,
"
You
look
vunderful
.
"
"
Viktor
!
"
she
shrieked
,
and
dropped
her
small
beaded
bag
,
which
made
a
loud
thump
quite
disproportionate
to
its
size
.
As
she
scrambled
,
blushing
,
to
pick
it
up
,
she
said
,
"
I
did
n't
know
you
were
--
goodness
--
it
's
lovely
to
see
--
how
are
you
?
"
