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"
Oh
,
they
're
in
Diagon
Alley
,
sleeping
in
the
little
flat
over
their
joke
shop
as
they
're
so
busy
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
.
"
I
must
say
,
I
did
n't
approve
at
first
,
but
they
do
seem
to
have
a
bit
of
a
flair
for
business
!
Come
on
,
dear
,
your
trunks
already
up
there
.
"
"
'N
ight
,
Mr.
Weasley
,
"
said
Harry
,
pushing
back
his
chair
.
Crookshanks
leapt
lightly
from
his
lap
and
slunk
out
of
the
room
.
"
G'night
,
Harry
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
.
Harry
saw
Mrs.
Weasley
glance
at
the
clock
in
the
washing
basket
as
they
left
the
kitchen
.
All
the
hands
were
once
again
at
mortal
peril
.
Fred
and
George
's
bedroom
was
on
the
second
floor
.
Mrs.
Weasley
pointed
her
wand
at
a
lamp
on
the
bedside
table
and
it
ignited
at
once
,
bathing
the
room
in
a
pleasant
golden
glow
.
Though
a
large
vase
of
flowers
had
been
placed
on
a
desk
in
front
of
the
small
window
,
their
perfume
could
not
disguise
the
lingering
smell
of
what
Harry
thought
was
gunpowder
.
A
considerable
amount
of
floor
space
was
devoted
to
a
vast
number
of
unmarked
,
sealed
cardboard
boxes
,
amongst
which
stood
Harry
's
school
trunk
.
The
room
looked
as
though
it
was
being
used
as
a
temporary
warehouse
.
Hedwig
hooted
happily
at
Harry
from
her
perch
on
top
of
a
large
wardrobe
,
then
took
off
through
the
window
;
Harry
knew
she
had
been
waiting
to
see
him
before
going
hunting
.
Harry
bade
Mrs.
Weasley
good
night
,
put
on
pajamas
,
and
got
into
one
of
the
beds
.
There
was
something
hard
inside
the
pillowcase
.
He
groped
inside
it
and
pulled
out
a
sticky
purple-and-orange
sweet
,
which
he
recognized
as
a
Puking
Pastille
.
Smiling
to
himself
,
he
rolled
over
and
was
instantly
asleep
.
Seconds
later
,
or
so
it
seemed
to
Harry
,
he
was
awakened
by
what
sounded
like
cannon
fire
as
the
door
burst
open
.
Sitting
bolt
upright
,
he
heard
the
rasp
of
the
curtains
being
pulled
back
:
The
dazzling
sunlight
seemed
to
poke
him
hard
in
both
eyes
.
Shielding
them
with
one
hand
,
he
groped
hopelessly
for
his
glasses
with
the
other
.
"
Wuzzgoinon
?
"
"
We
did
n't
know
you
were
here
already
!
"
said
a
loud
and
excited
voice
,
and
he
received
a
sharp
blow
to
the
top
of
the
head
.
