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"
I
'm
never
wearing
them
,
"
Ron
was
saying
stubbornly
.
"
Never
.
"
"
Fine
,
"
snapped
Mrs.
Weasley
.
"
Go
naked
.
And
,
Harry
,
make
sure
you
get
a
picture
of
him
.
Goodness
knows
I
could
do
with
a
laugh
.
"
She
left
the
room
,
slamming
the
door
behind
her
.
There
was
a
funny
spluttering
noise
from
behind
them
.
Pigwidgeon
was
choking
on
an
overlarge
Owl
Treat
.
"
Why
is
everything
I
own
rubbish
?
"
said
Ron
furiously
,
striding
across
the
room
to
unstick
Pigwidgeon
's
beak
.
There
was
a
definite
end-of-the-holidays
gloom
in
the
air
when
Harry
awoke
next
morning
.
Heavy
rain
was
still
splattering
against
the
window
as
he
got
dressed
in
jeans
and
a
sweatshirt
;
they
would
change
into
their
school
robes
on
the
Hogwarts
Express
.
He
,
Ron
,
Fred
,
and
George
had
just
reached
the
first-floor
landing
on
their
way
down
to
breakfast
,
when
Mrs.
Weasley
appeared
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
looking
harassed
.
"
Arthur
!
"
she
called
up
the
staircase
.
"
Arthur
!
Urgent
message
from
the
Ministry
!
"
Harry
flattened
himself
against
the
wall
as
Mr.
Weasley
came
clattering
past
with
his
robes
on
back-to-front
and
hurtled
out
of
sight
.
When
Harry
and
the
others
entered
the
kitchen
,
they
saw
Mrs.
Weasley
rummaging
anxiously
in
the
drawers
-
"
I
've
got
a
quill
here
somewhere
!
"
-
and
Mr.
Weasley
bending
over
the
fire
,
talking
to
-
Harry
shut
his
eyes
hard
and
opened
them
again
to
make
sure
that
they
were
working
properly
.
Amos
Diggory
's
head
was
sitting
in
the
middle
of
the
flames
like
a
large
,
bearded
egg
.
It
was
talking
very
fast
,
completely
unperturbed
by
the
sparks
flying
around
it
and
the
flames
licking
its
ears
.
