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'
Joke
shop
still
on
,
then
?
'
Harry
muttered
,
pretending
to
be
adjusting
the
nozzle
on
his
spray
.
'
Well
,
we
have
n't
had
a
chance
to
get
premises
yet
,
'
said
Fred
,
dropping
his
voice
even
lower
as
Mrs.
Weasley
mopped
her
brow
with
her
scarf
before
returning
to
the
attack
,
's
o
we
're
running
it
as
a
mail-order
service
at
the
moment
.
We
put
advertisements
in
the
Daily
Prophet
last
week
.
'
'
All
thanks
to
you
,
mate
,
'
said
George
.
'
But
do
n't
worry
...
Mum
has
n't
got
a
clue
.
She
wo
n't
read
the
Daily
Prophet
any
more
,
'cause
of
it
telling
lies
about
you
and
Dumbledore
.
'
Harry
grinned
.
He
had
forced
the
Weasley
twins
to
take
the
thousand-Galleon
prize
money
he
had
won
in
the
Triwizard
Tournament
to
help
them
realise
their
ambition
to
open
a
joke
shop
,
but
he
was
still
glad
to
know
that
his
part
in
furthering
their
plans
was
unknown
to
Mrs.
Weasley
.
She
did
not
think
running
a
joke
shop
was
a
suitable
career
for
two
of
her
sons
.
The
de-doxying
of
the
curtains
took
most
of
the
morning
.
It
was
past
midday
when
Mrs.
Weasley
finally
removed
her
protective
scarf
,
sank
into
a
sagging
armchair
,
and
sprang
up
again
with
a
cry
of
disgust
,
having
sat
on
the
bag
of
dead
rats
.
The
curtains
were
no
longer
buzzing
;
they
hung
limp
and
damp
from
the
intensive
spraying
;
unconscious
doxys
lay
crammed
in
the
bucket
at
the
foot
of
them
beside
a
bowl
of
their
black
eggs
,
at
which
Crookshanks
was
now
sniffing
and
Fred
and
George
were
shooting
covetous
looks
.
'
I
think
we
'll
tackle
those
after
lunch
.
'
Mrs.
Weasley
pointed
at
the
dusty
glass-fronted
cabinets
standing
on
either
side
of
the
mantelpiece
.
They
were
crammed
with
an
odd
assortment
of
objects
:
a
selection
of
rusty
daggers
,
claws
,
a
coiled
snakeskin
,
a
number
of
tarnished
silver
boxes
inscribed
with
languages
Harry
could
not
understand
and
,
least
pleasant
of
all
,
an
ornate
crystal
bottle
with
a
large
opal
set
into
the
stopper
,
full
of
what
Harry
was
quite
sure
was
blood
.
The
clanging
doorbell
rang
again
.
Everyone
looked
at
Mrs.
Weasley
.
'S
tay
here
,
'
she
said
firmly
,
snatching
up
the
bag
of
rats
as
Mrs.
Blacks
screeches
started
up
again
from
down
below
.
'
I
'll
bring
up
some
sandwiches
.
'
