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"
You
are
sweet
,
"
beamed
Mrs.
Weasley
,
possibly
taking
his
watering
eyes
for
emotion
at
the
news
.
"
Yes
,
Rufus
Scrimgeour
has
set
up
several
new
offices
in
response
to
the
present
situation
,
and
Arthur
's
heading
the
Office
for
the
Detection
and
Confiscation
of
Counterfeit
Defensive
Spells
and
Protective
Objects
.
It
's
a
big
job
,
he
's
got
ten
people
reporting
to
him
now
!
"
"
What
exactly
--
?
"
"
Well
,
you
see
,
in
all
the
panic
about
You-Know-Who
,
odd
things
have
been
cropping
up
for
sale
everywhere
,
things
that
are
supposed
to
guard
against
You-Know-Who
and
the
Death
Eaters
.
You
can
imagine
the
kind
of
thing
...
so-called
protective
potions
that
are
really
gravy
with
a
bit
of
Bubotuber
pus
added
,
or
instructions
for
defensive
jinxes
that
actually
make
your
ears
fall
off
...
Well
,
in
the
main
the
perpetrators
are
just
people
like
Mundungus
Hotelier
,
who
've
never
done
an
honest
day
's
work
in
their
lives
and
are
taking
advantage
of
how
frightened
everybody
is
,
but
every
now
and
then
something
really
nasty
turns
up
.
The
other
day
Arthur
confiscated
a
box
of
cursed
Sneakoscopes
that
were
almost
certainly
planted
by
a
Death
Eater
.
So
you
see
,
it
's
a
very
important
job
,
and
I
tell
him
it
's
just
silly
to
miss
dealing
with
spark
plugs
and
toasters
and
all
the
rest
of
that
Muggle
rubbish
.
"
Mrs.
Weasley
ended
her
speech
with
a
stern
look
,
as
if
it
had
been
Harry
suggesting
that
it
was
natural
to
miss
spark-plugs
.
"
Is
Mr.
Weasley
still
at
work
?
"
Harry
asked
.
"
Yes
,
he
is
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
's
a
tiny
bit
late
...
He
said
he
'd
be
back
around
midnight
...
"
She
turned
to
look
at
a
large
clock
that
was
perched
awkwardly
on
top
of
a
pile
of
sheets
in
the
washing
basket
at
the
end
of
the
table
.
Harry
recognized
it
at
once
:
it
had
nine
hands
,
each
inscribed
with
the
name
of
a
family
member
,
and
usually
hung
on
the
Weasleys
'
sitting
room
wall
,
though
its
current
position
suggested
that
Mrs.
Weasley
had
taken
to
carrying
it
around
the
house
with
her
.
Every
single
one
of
its
nine
hands
was
now
pointing
at
mortal
peril
.
"
It
's
been
like
that
for
a
while
now
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
in
an
unconvincingly
casual
voice
,
"
ever
since
You-Know-Who
came
back
into
the
open
.
I
suppose
everybody
's
in
mortal
danger
now
...
I
do
n't
think
it
can
be
just
our
family
...
but
I
do
n't
know
anyone
else
who
's
got
a
clock
like
this
,
so
I
ca
n't
check
.
Oh
!
"
With
a
sudden
exclamation
she
pointed
at
the
clock
's
face
.
Mr.
Weasley
's
hand
had
switched
to
traveling
.
"
He
's
coming
!
"
