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Set
against
the
dull
,
poster-muffled
shop
Fronts
around
them
,
Fred
and
Georges
windows
hit
the
eye
like
a
firework
display
.
Casual
passersby
were
looking
back
over
their
shoulders
at
the
windows
,
and
a
few
rather
stunned-looking
people
had
actually
come
to
a
halt
,
transfixed
.
The
left-hand
window
was
dazzlingly
full
of
an
assortment
of
goods
that
revolved
,
popped
,
flashed
,
bounced
,
and
shrieked
;
Harry
's
eyes
began
to
water
just
looking
at
it
.
The
right-hand
window
was
covered
with
a
gigantic
poster
,
purple
like
those
of
the
Ministry
,
but
emblazoned
with
flashing
yellow
letters
:
Why
Are
You
Worrying
About
You-Know-Who
?
You
SHOULD
Be
Worrying
About
U-NO-POO
--
the
Constipation
Sensation
That
's
Gripping
the
Nation
!
Harry
started
to
laugh
.
He
heard
a
weak
sort
of
moan
beside
him
and
looked
around
to
see
Mrs.
Weasley
gazing
,
dumbfounded
,
at
the
poster
.
Her
lips
moved
silently
,
mouthing
the
name
"
U-No-Poo
.
"
"
They
'll
be
murdered
in
their
beds
!
"
she
whispered
.
"
No
they
wo
n't
!
"
said
Ron
,
who
,
like
Harry
,
was
laughing
.
"
This
is
brilliant
!
"
And
he
and
Harry
led
the
way
into
the
shop
.
It
was
packed
with
customers
;
Harry
could
not
get
near
the
shelves
.
He
stared
around
,
looking
up
at
the
boxes
piled
to
the
ceiling
:
here
were
the
Skiving
Snackboxes
that
the
twins
had
perfected
during
their
last
,
unfinished
year
at
Hogwarts
;
Harry
noticed
that
the
Nosebleed
Nougat
was
most
popular
,
with
only
one
battered
box
left
on
the
shelf
.
There
were
bins
full
of
trick
wands
,
the
cheapest
merely
turning
into
rubber
chickens
or
pairs
of
briefs
when
waved
,
the
most
expensive
beating
the
unwary
user
around
the
head
and
neck
,
and
boxes
of
quills
,
which
came
in
Self-Inking
,
Spell-Checking
,
and
Smart-Answer
varieties
.
A
space
cleared
in
the
crowd
,
and
Harry
pushed
his
way
toward
the
counter
,
where
a
gaggle
of
delighted
ten-year-olds
was
watching
a
tiny
little
wooden
man
slowly
ascending
the
steps
to
a
real
set
of
gallows
,
both
perched
on
a
box
that
read
:
Reusable
hangman
--
spell
it
or
he
'll
swing
!
