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'
Yes
,
'
said
Sirius
,
surveying
it
with
distaste
.
'
Finest
fifteenth-century
goblin-wrought
silver
,
embossed
with
the
Black
family
crest
.
'
'
That
'd
come
orf
,
though
,
'
muttered
Mundungus
,
polishing
it
with
his
cuff
.
'
Fred
--
George
--
NO
,
JUST
CARRY
THEM
!
'
Mrs.
Weasley
shrieked
.
Harry
,
Sirius
and
Mundungus
looked
around
and
,
within
a
split
second
,
they
had
dived
away
from
the
table
.
Fred
and
George
had
bewitched
a
large
cauldron
of
stew
,
an
iron
flagon
of
Butterbeer
,
and
a
heavy
wooden
breadboard
,
complete
with
knife
,
to
hurtle
through
the
air
towards
them
.
The
stew
skidded
the
length
of
the
table
and
came
to
a
halt
just
before
the
end
,
leaving
a
long
black
burn
on
the
wooden
surface
;
the
flagon
of
Butterbeer
fell
with
a
crash
,
spilling
its
contents
everywhere
;
the
bread
knife
slipped
off
the
board
and
landed
,
point
down
and
quivering
ominously
,
exactly
where
Sirius
's
right
hand
had
been
seconds
before
.
'
FOR
HEAVEN
'S
SAKE
!
'
screamed
Mrs.
Weasley
.
'
THERE
WAS
NO
NEED
--
I
'VE
HAD
ENOUGH
OF
THIS
--
JUST
BECAUSE
YOU
'RE
ALLOWED
TO
USE
MAGIC
NOW
,
YOU
DO
N'T
HAVE
TO
WHIP
YOUR
WANDS
OUT
FOR
EVERY
TINY
LITTLE
THING
!
'
'
We
were
just
trying
to
save
a
bit
of
time
!
'
said
Fred
,
hurrying
forward
to
wrench
the
bread
knife
out
of
the
table
.
'S
orry
,
Sirius
,
mate
--
did
n't
mean
to
--
'
Harry
and
Sirius
were
both
laughing
;
Mundungus
,
who
had
toppled
backwards
off
his
chair
,
was
swearing
as
he
got
to
his
feet
;
Crookshanks
had
given
an
angry
hiss
and
shot
off
under
the
dresser
,
from
where
his
large
yellow
eyes
glowed
in
the
darkness
.
'
Boys
,
'
Mr.
Weasley
said
,
lifting
the
stew
back
into
the
middle
of
the
table
,
'
your
mother
's
right
,
you
're
supposed
to
show
a
sense
of
responsibility
now
you
've
come
of
age
--
'
'
--
none
of
your
brothers
caused
this
sort
of
trouble
!
'
Mrs.
Weasley
raged
at
the
twins
as
she
slammed
a
fresh
flagon
of
Butterbeer
onto
the
table
,
and
spilling
almost
as
much
again
.
'
Bill
did
n't
feel
the
need
to
Apparate
every
few
feet
!
Charlie
did
n't
charm
everything
he
met
!
Percy
--
'
