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'
I
do
n't
think
we
need
to
hear
any
more
of
your
business
dealings
,
thank
you
very
much
,
Mundungus
,
'
said
Mrs.
Weasley
sharply
,
as
Ron
slumped
forwards
on
to
the
table
,
howling
with
laughter
.
'
Beg
pardon
,
Molly
,
'
said
Mundungus
at
once
,
wiping
his
eyes
and
winking
at
Harry
.
'
But
,
you
know
,
Will
nicked
'em
orf
Warty
Harris
in
the
first
place
so
I
was
n't
really
doing
nothing
wrong
--
'
'
I
do
n't
know
where
you
learned
about
right
and
wrong
,
Mundungus
,
but
you
seem
to
have
missed
a
few
crucial
lessons
,
'
said
Mrs.
Weasley
coldly
.
Fred
and
George
buried
their
faces
in
their
goblets
of
Butterbeer
;
George
was
hiccoughing
.
For
some
reason
,
Mrs.
Weasley
threw
a
very
nasty
look
at
Sirius
before
getting
to
her
feet
and
going
to
fetch
a
large
rhubarb
crumble
for
pudding
.
Harry
looked
round
at
his
godfather
.
'M
olly
does
n't
approve
of
Mundungus
,
'
said
Sirius
in
an
undertone
.
'
How
come
he
's
in
the
Order
?
'
Harry
said
,
very
quietly
.
'
He
's
useful
,
'
Sirius
muttered
.
'
Knows
all
the
crooks
--
well
,
he
would
,
seeing
as
he
's
one
himself
.
But
he
's
also
very
loyal
to
Dumbledore
,
who
helped
him
out
of
a
tight
spot
once
.
It
pays
to
have
someone
like
Dung
around
,
he
hears
things
we
do
n't
.
But
Molly
thinks
inviting
him
to
stay
for
dinner
is
going
too
far
.
She
has
n't
forgiven
him
for
slipping
off
duty
when
he
was
supposed
to
be
tailing
you
.
'
Three
helpings
of
rhubarb
crumble
and
custard
later
and
the
waistband
on
Harry
's
jeans
was
feeling
uncomfortably
tight
(
which
was
saying
something
as
the
jeans
had
once
been
Dudley
's
)
.
As
he
laid
down
his
spoon
there
was
a
lull
in
the
general
conversation
.
Mr.
Weasley
was
leaning
back
in
his
chair
,
looking
replete
and
relaxed
,
Tonks
was
yawning
widely
,
her
nose
now
back
to
normal
,
and
Ginny
,
who
had
lured
Crookshanks
out
from
under
the
dresser
,
was
sitting
cross-legged
on
the
floor
,
rolling
Butterbeer
corks
for
him
to
chase
.
'N
early
time
for
bed
,
I
think
,
'
said
Mrs.
Weasley
with
a
yawn
.
