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"
Oh
hello
,
Harry
,
"
said
Percy
.
"
I
was
wondering
who
was
making
all
the
noise
.
I
'm
trying
to
work
in
here
,
you
know
I
've
got
a
report
to
finish
for
the
office
-
and
it
's
rather
difficult
to
concentrate
when
people
keep
thundering
up
and
down
the
stairs
.
"
"
We
're
not
thundering
,
"
said
Ron
irritably
.
"
We
're
walking
.
Sorry
if
we
've
disturbed
the
top-secret
workings
of
the
Ministry
of
Magic
.
"
"
What
are
you
working
on
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
A
report
for
the
Department
of
International
Magical
Cooperation
,
"
said
Percy
smugly
.
"
We
're
trying
to
standardize
cauldron
thickness
.
Some
of
these
foreign
imports
are
just
a
shade
too
thin
-
leakages
have
been
increasing
at
a
rate
of
almost
three
percent
a
year
-
"
"
That
'll
change
the
world
,
that
report
will
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Front
page
of
the
Daily
Prophet
,
I
expect
,
cauldron
leaks
.
"
Percy
went
slightly
pink
.
"
You
might
sneer
,
Ron
,
"
he
said
heatedly
,
"
but
unless
some
sort
of
international
law
is
imposed
we
might
well
find
the
market
flooded
with
flimsy
,
shallow-bottomed
products
that
seriously
endanger
-
"
"
Yeah
,
yeah
,
all
right
,
"
said
Ron
,
and
he
started
off
upstairs
again
.
Percy
slammed
his
bedroom
door
shut
.
As
Harry
,
Hermione
,
and
Ginny
followed
Ron
up
three
more
flights
of
stairs
,
shouts
from
the
kitchen
below
echoed
up
to
them
.
It
sounded
as
though
Mr.
Weasley
had
told
Mrs.
Weasley
about
the
toffees
.
The
room
at
the
top
of
the
house
where
Ron
slept
looked
much
as
it
had
the
last
time
that
Harry
had
come
to
stay
:
the
same
posters
of
Ron
's
favorite
Quidditch
team
,
the
Chudley
Cannons
,
were
whirling
and
waving
on
the
walls
and
sloping
ceiling
,
and
the
fish
tank
on
the
windowsill
,
which
had
previously
held
frog
spawn
,
now
contained
one
extremely
large
frog
.
Ron
's
old
rat
,
Scabbers
,
was
here
no
more
,
but
instead
there
was
the
tiny
gray
owl
that
had
delivered
Ron
's
letter
to
Harry
in
Privet
Drive
.
It
was
hopping
up
and
down
in
a
small
cage
and
twittering
madly
.
