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Harry
did
not
get
the
chance
to
speak
to
Mr.
Weasley
,
who
was
working
very
long
hours
at
the
Ministry
,
until
Christmas
Eve
night
.
The
Weasleys
and
their
guests
were
sitting
in
the
living
room
,
which
Ginny
had
decorated
so
lavishly
that
it
was
rather
like
sitting
in
a
paper-chain
explosion
.
Fred
,
George
,
Harry
,
and
Ron
were
the
only
ones
who
knew
that
the
angel
on
top
of
the
tree
was
actually
a
garden
gnome
that
had
bitten
Fred
on
the
ankle
as
he
pulled
up
carrots
for
Christmas
dinner
.
Stupefied
,
painted
gold
,
stuffed
into
a
miniature
tutu
and
with
small
wings
glued
to
his
back
,
it
glowered
down
at
them
all
,
the
ugliest
angel
Harry
had
ever
seen
,
with
a
large
bald
head
like
a
potato
and
rather
hairy
feet
.
They
were
all
supposed
to
be
listening
to
a
Christmas
broadcast
by
Mrs.
Weasley
's
favorite
singer
,
Celestina
Warbeck
,
whose
voice
was
warbling
out
of
the
large
wooden
wireless
set
.
Fleur
,
who
seemed
to
find
Celestina
very
dull
,
was
talking
so
loudly
in
the
corner
that
a
scowling
Mrs.
Weasley
kept
pointing
her
wand
at
the
volume
control
,
so
that
Celestina
grew
louder
and
louder
.
Under
cover
of
a
particularly
jazzy
number
called
"
A
Cauldron
Full
of
Hot
,
Strong
Love
,
"
Fred
and
George
started
a
game
of
Exploding
Snap
with
Ginny
.
Ron
kept
shooting
Bill
and
Fleur
covert
looks
,
as
though
hoping
to
pick
up
tips
.
Meanwhile
,
Remus
Lupin
,
who
was
thinner
and
more
ragged-looking
than
ever
,
was
sitting
beside
the
fire
,
staring
into
its
depths
as
though
he
could
not
hear
Celestina
's
voice
.
"
Oh
,
come
and
stir
my
cauldron
,
And
if
you
do
it
right
I
'll
boil
you
up
some
hot
,
strong
love
To
keep
you
warm
tonight
.
"
"
We
danced
to
this
when
we
were
eighteen
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
wiping
her
eyes
on
her
knitting
.
"
Do
you
remember
,
Arthur
?
"
"
Mphf
?
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
whose
head
had
been
nodding
over
the
satsuma
he
was
peeling
.
"
Oh
yes
...
marvelous
tune
...
"
With
an
effort
,
he
sat
up
a
little
straighter
and
looked
around
at
Harry
,
who
was
sitting
next
to
him
.
