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'
I
love
hearing
Mum
shouting
at
someone
else
,
'
said
Fred
,
with
a
satisfied
smile
on
his
face
as
he
opened
the
door
an
inch
or
so
to
allow
Mrs.
Weasley
's
voice
to
permeate
the
room
better
,
'
it
makes
such
a
nice
change
.
'
'
--
COMPLETELY
IRRESPONSIBLE
,
AS
IF
WE
HAVE
N'T
GOT
ENOUGH
TO
WORRY
ABOUT
WITHOUT
YOU
DRAGGING
STOLEN
CAULDRONS
INTO
THE
HOUSE
--
'
'
The
idiots
are
letting
her
get
into
her
stride
,
'
said
George
,
shaking
his
head
.
'
You
've
got
to
head
her
off
early
otherwise
she
builds
up
a
head
of
steam
and
goes
on
for
hours
.
And
she
's
been
dying
to
have
a
go
at
Mundungus
ever
since
he
sneaked
off
when
he
was
supposed
to
be
following
you
,
Harry
--
and
there
goes
Sirius
's
mum
again
.
'
Mrs.
Weasley
's
voice
was
lost
amid
fresh
shrieks
and
screams
from
the
portraits
in
the
hall
.
George
made
to
shut
the
door
to
drown
the
noise
,
but
before
he
could
do
so
,
a
house-elf
edged
into
the
room
.
Except
for
the
filthy
rag
tied
like
a
loincloth
around
its
middle
,
it
was
completely
naked
.
It
looked
very
old
.
Its
skin
seemed
to
be
several
times
too
big
for
it
and
,
though
it
was
bald
like
all
house-elves
,
there
was
a
quantity
of
white
hair
growing
out
of
its
large
,
batlike
ears
.
Its
eyes
were
a
bloodshot
and
watery
grey
and
its
fleshy
nose
was
large
and
rather
snoutlike
.
The
elf
took
absolutely
no
notice
of
Harry
and
the
rest
.
Acting
as
though
it
could
not
see
them
,
it
shuffled
hunchbacked
,
slowly
and
doggedly
,
towards
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
all
the
while
muttering
under
its
breath
in
a
hoarse
,
deep
voice
like
a
bullfrog
's
,
'
...
smells
like
a
drain
and
a
criminal
to
boot
,
but
she
's
no
better
,
nasty
old
blood
traitor
with
her
brats
messing
up
my
mistress
's
house
,
oh
,
my
poor
mistress
,
if
she
knew
,
if
she
knew
the
scum
they
've
let
into
her
house
,
what
would
she
say
to
old
Kreacher
,
oh
,
the
shame
of
it
,
Mudbloods
and
werewolves
and
traitors
and
thieves
,
poor
old
Kreacher
,
what
can
he
do
...
.
'
'
Hello
,
Kreacher
,
'
said
Fred
very
loudly
,
closing
the
door
with
a
snap
.
The
house-elf
froze
in
his
tracks
,
stopped
muttering
,
and
gave
a
very
pronounced
and
very
unconvincing
start
of
surprise
.
