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Even
by
the
dim
light
of
the
lantern
Harry
could
tell
that
Mrs.
Weasley
had
turned
bright
red
;
he
himself
felt
suddenly
warm
around
the
ears
and
neck
,
and
hastily
gulped
soup
,
clattering
his
spoon
as
loudly
as
he
could
against
the
bowl
.
"
Mollywobbles
,
"
whispered
a
mortified
Mrs.
Weasley
into
the
crack
at
the
edge
of
the
door
.
"
Correct
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
Now
you
can
let
me
in
.
"
Mrs.
Weasley
opened
the
door
to
reveal
her
husband
,
a
thin
,
balding
,
red-haired
wizard
wearing
horn-rimmed
spectacles
and
a
long
and
dusty
traveling
cloak
.
"
I
still
do
n't
see
why
we
have
to
go
through
that
every
time
you
come
home
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
still
pink
in
the
face
as
she
helped
her
husband
out
of
his
cloak
.
"
I
mean
,
a
Death
Eater
might
have
forced
the
answer
out
of
you
before
impersonating
you
!
"
"
I
know
,
dear
,
but
it
's
Ministry
procedure
,
and
I
have
to
set
an
example
.
Something
smells
good
...
onion
soup
?
"
Mr.
Weasley
turned
hopefully
in
the
direction
of
the
table
.
"
Harry
!
We
did
n't
expect
you
until
morning
!
"
They
shook
hands
,
and
Mr.
Weasley
dropped
into
the
chair
beside
Harry
as
Mrs.
Weasley
set
a
bowl
of
soup
in
front
of
him
too
.
"
Thanks
,
Molly
.
It
's
been
a
tough
night
.
Some
idiot
's
started
selling
Metamorph-Medals
.
Just
sling
them
around
your
neck
and
you
'll
be
able
to
change
your
appearance
at
will
.
