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Hermione
shrieked
and
dropped
Secrets
of
the
Darkest
Art
;
Crookshanks
streaked
under
the
bed
,
hissing
indignantly
;
Ron
jumped
off
the
bed
,
skidded
on
a
discarded
Chocolate
Frog
wrapper
,
and
smacked
his
head
on
the
opposite
wall
;
and
Harry
instinctively
dived
for
his
wand
before
realizing
that
he
was
looking
up
at
Mrs.
Weasley
,
whose
hair
was
disheveled
and
whose
face
was
contorted
with
rage
.
"
I
'm
so
sorry
to
break
up
this
cozy
little
gathering
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
trembling
.
"
I
'm
sure
you
all
need
your
rest
...
but
there
are
wedding
presents
stacked
in
my
room
that
need
sorting
out
and
I
was
under
the
impression
that
you
had
agreed
to
help
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Hermione
,
looking
terrified
as
she
leapt
to
her
feet
,
sending
books
flying
in
every
direction
.
"
we
will
...
we
're
sorry
...
"
With
an
anguished
look
at
Harry
and
Ron
,
Hermione
hurried
out
of
the
room
after
Mrs.
Weasley
.
"
it
's
like
being
a
house-elf
,
"
complained
Ron
in
an
undertone
,
still
massaging
his
head
as
he
and
Harry
followed
.
"
Except
without
the
job
satisfaction
.
The
sooner
this
wedding
's
over
,
the
happier
,
I
'll
be
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
then
we
'll
have
nothing
to
do
except
find
Horcruxes
...
.
It
'll
be
like
a
holiday
,
wo
n't
it
?
"
Ron
started
to
laugh
,
but
at
the
sight
of
the
enormous
pile
of
wedding
presents
waiting
for
them
in
Mrs.
Weasley
's
room
,
stopped
quite
abruptly
.
The
Delacours
arrived
the
following
morning
at
eleven
o
'
clock
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
Hermione
and
Ginny
were
feeling
quite
resentful
toward
Fleur
's
family
by
this
time
;
and
it
was
with
ill
grace
that
Ron
stumped
back
upstairs
to
put
on
matching
socks
,
and
Harry
attempted
to
flatten
his
hair
.
Once
they
had
all
been
deemed
smart
enough
,
they
trooped
out
into
the
sunny
backyard
to
await
the
visitors
.
Harry
had
never
seen
the
place
looking
so
tidy
.
The
rusty
cauldrons
and
old
Wellington
boots
that
usually
littered
the
steps
by
the
back
door
were
gone
,
replaced
by
two
new
Flutterby
bushes
standing
either
side
of
the
door
in
large
pots
;
though
there
was
no
breeze
,
the
leaves
waved
lazily
,
giving
an
attractive
rippling
effect
.
The
chickens
had
been
shut
away
,
the
yard
had
been
swept
,
and
the
nearby
garden
had
been
pruned
,
plucked
,
and
generally
spruced
up
,
although
Harry
,
who
liked
it
in
its
overgrown
state
,
thought
that
it
looked
rather
forlorn
without
its
usual
contingent
of
capering
gnomes
.
