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"
I
do
n't
know
where
we
went
wrong
with
them
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
putting
down
her
wand
and
starting
to
pull
out
still
more
saucepans
.
"
It
's
been
the
same
for
years
,
one
thing
after
another
,
and
they
wo
n't
listen
to
-
OH
NOT
AGAIN
!
"
She
had
picked
up
her
wand
from
the
table
,
and
it
had
emitted
a
loud
squeak
and
turned
into
a
giant
rubber
mouse
.
"
One
of
their
fake
wands
again
!
"
she
shouted
.
"
How
many
times
have
I
told
them
not
to
leave
them
lying
around
?
"
She
grabbed
her
real
wand
and
turned
around
to
find
that
the
sauce
on
the
stove
was
smoking
.
"
C'mon
,
"
Ron
said
hurriedly
to
Harry
,
seizing
a
handful
of
cutlery
from
the
open
drawer
,
"
let
's
go
and
help
Bill
and
Charlie
.
"
They
left
Mrs.
Weasley
and
headed
out
the
back
door
into
the
yard
.
They
had
only
gone
a
few
paces
when
Hermione
's
bandy-legged
ginger
cat
,
Crookshanks
,
came
pelting
out
of
the
garden
,
bottle-brush
tail
held
high
in
the
air
,
chasing
what
looked
like
a
muddy
potato
on
legs
.
Harry
recognized
it
instantly
as
a
gnome
.
Barely
ten
inches
high
,
its
horny
little
feet
pattered
very
fast
as
it
sprinted
across
the
yard
and
dived
headlong
into
one
of
the
Wellington
boots
that
lay
scattered
around
the
door
.
Harry
could
hear
the
gnome
giggling
madly
as
Crookshanks
inserted
a
paw
into
the
boot
,
trying
to
reach
it
.
Meanwhile
,
a
very
loud
crashing
noise
was
coming
from
the
other
side
of
the
house
.
The
source
of
the
commotion
was
revealed
as
they
entered
the
garden
,
and
saw
that
Bill
and
Charlie
both
had
their
wands
out
,
and
were
making
two
battered
old
tables
fly
high
above
the
lawn
,
smashing
into
each
other
,
each
attempting
to
knock
the
other
's
out
of
the
air
.
Fred
and
George
were
cheering
,
Ginny
was
laughing
,
and
Hermione
was
hovering
near
the
hedge
,
apparently
torn
between
amusement
and
anxiety
.
Bill
's
table
caught
Charlie
's
with
a
huge
bang
and
knocked
one
of
its
legs
off
.
There
was
a
clatter
from
overhead
,
and
they
all
looked
up
to
see
Percy
's
head
poking
out
of
a
window
on
the
second
floor
.
"
Will
you
keep
it
down
?!
"
he
bellowed
.
"
Sorry
,
Perce
,
"
said
Bill
,
grinning
.
"
How
're
the
cauldron
bottoms
coming
on
?
"
