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Neither
Mr.
Weasley
nor
Percy
was
at
home
much
over
the
following
week
.
Both
left
the
house
each
morning
before
the
rest
of
the
family
got
up
,
and
returned
well
after
dinner
every
night
.
"
It
's
been
an
absolute
uproar
,
"
Percy
told
them
importantly
the
Sunday
evening
before
they
were
due
to
return
to
Hogwarts
.
"
I
've
been
putting
out
fires
all
week
.
People
keep
sending
Howlers
,
and
of
course
,
if
you
do
n't
open
a
Howler
straight
away
,
it
explodes
.
Scorch
marks
all
over
my
desk
and
my
best
quill
reduced
to
cinders
.
"
"
Why
are
they
all
sending
Howlers
?
"
asked
Ginny
,
who
was
mending
her
copy
of
One
Thousand
Magical
Herbs
and
Fungi
with
Spellotape
on
the
rug
in
front
of
the
living
room
fire
.
"
Complaining
about
security
at
the
World
Cup
,
"
said
Percy
.
"
They
want
compensation
for
their
ruined
property
.
Mundungus
Fletcher
's
put
in
a
claim
for
a
twelve-bedroomed
tent
with
en-suite
Jacuzzi
,
but
I
've
got
his
number
.
I
know
for
a
fact
he
was
sleeping
under
a
cloak
propped
on
sticks
.
"
Mrs.
Weasley
glanced
at
the
grandfather
clock
in
the
corner
.
Harry
liked
this
clock
.
It
was
completely
useless
if
you
wanted
to
know
the
time
,
but
otherwise
very
informative
.
It
had
nine
golden
hands
,
and
each
of
them
was
engraved
with
one
of
the
Weasley
family
's
names
.
There
were
no
numerals
around
the
face
,
but
descriptions
of
where
each
family
member
might
be
.
"
Home
,
"
"
school
,
"
and
"
work
"
were
there
,
but
there
was
also
"
traveling
,
"
"
lost
,
"
"
hospital
,
"
"
prison
,
"
and
,
in
the
position
where
the
number
twelve
would
be
on
a
normal
clock
,
"
mortal
peril
.
"
Eight
of
the
hands
were
currently
pointing
to
the
"
home
"
position
,
but
Mr.
Weasley
's
,
which
was
the
longest
,
was
still
pointing
to
"
work
.
"
Mrs.
Weasley
sighed
.
"
Your
father
has
n't
had
to
go
into
the
office
on
weekends
since
the
days
of
You-Know-Who
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
're
working
him
far
too
hard
.
His
dinner
's
going
to
be
ruined
if
he
does
n't
come
home
soon
.
"
"
Well
,
Father
feels
he
's
got
to
make
up
for
his
mistake
at
the
match
,
does
n't
he
?
"
said
Percy
.
"
If
truth
be
told
,
he
was
a
tad
unwise
to
make
a
public
statement
without
clearing
it
with
his
Head
of
Department
first
-
"
"
Do
n't
you
dare
blame
your
father
for
what
that
wretched
Skeeter
woman
wrote
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
flaring
up
at
once
.
