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"
P
for
prefect
!
Get
it
on
,
Percy
,
come
on
,
we
're
all
wearing
ours
,
even
Harry
got
one
.
"
"
I
--
do
n't
--
want
--
"
said
Percy
thickly
,
as
the
twins
forced
the
sweater
over
his
head
,
knocking
his
glasses
askew
.
"
And
you
're
not
sitting
with
the
prefects
today
,
either
,
"
said
George
.
"
Christmas
is
a
time
for
family
.
"
They
frog-marched
Percy
from
the
room
,
his
arms
pinned
to
his
side
by
his
sweater
.
Harry
had
never
in
all
his
life
had
such
a
Christmas
dinner
.
A
hundred
fat
,
roast
turkeys
;
mountains
of
roast
and
boiled
potatoes
;
platters
of
chipolatas
;
tureens
of
buttered
peas
,
silver
boats
of
thick
,
rich
gravy
and
cranberry
sauce
-
and
stacks
of
wizard
crackers
every
few
feet
along
the
table
.
These
fantastic
party
favors
were
nothing
like
the
feeble
Muggle
ones
the
Dursleys
usually
bought
,
with
their
little
plastic
toys
and
their
flimsy
paper
hats
inside
.
Harry
pulled
a
wizard
cracker
with
Fred
and
it
did
n't
just
bang
,
it
went
off
with
a
blast
like
a
cannon
and
engulfed
them
all
in
a
cloud
of
blue
smoke
,
while
from
the
inside
exploded
a
rear
admiral
's
hat
and
several
live
,
white
mice
.
Up
at
the
High
Table
,
Dumbledore
had
swapped
his
pointed
wizard
's
hat
for
a
flowered
bonnet
,
and
was
chuckling
merrily
at
a
joke
Professor
Flitwick
had
just
read
him
.
Flaming
Christmas
puddings
followed
the
turkey
.
Percy
nearly
broke
his
teeth
on
a
silver
sickle
embedded
in
his
slice
.
Harry
watched
Hagrid
getting
redder
and
redder
in
the
face
as
he
called
for
more
wine
,
finally
kissing
Professor
McGonagall
on
the
cheek
,
who
,
to
Harry
's
amazement
,
giggled
and
blushed
,
her
top
hat
lopsided
.
When
Harry
finally
left
the
table
,
he
was
laden
down
with
a
stack
of
things
out
of
the
crackers
,
including
a
pack
of
nonexplodable
,
luminous
balloons
,
a
Grow-Your-Own-Warts
kit
,
and
his
own
new
wizard
chess
set
.
The
white
mice
had
disappeared
and
Harry
had
a
nasty
feeling
they
were
going
to
end
up
as
Mrs.
Norris
's
Christmas
dinner
.
Harry
and
the
Weasleys
spent
a
happy
afternoon
having
a
furious
snowball
fight
on
the
grounds
.
Then
,
cold
,
wet
,
and
gasping
for
breath
,
they
returned
to
the
fire
in
the
Gryffindor
common
room
,
where
Harry
broke
in
his
new
chess
set
by
losing
spectacularly
to
Ron
.
He
suspected
he
would
n't
have
lost
so
badly
if
Percy
had
n't
tried
to
help
him
so
much
.
After
a
meal
of
turkey
sandwiches
,
crumpets
,
trifle
,
and
Christmas
cake
,
everyone
felt
too
full
and
sleepy
to
do
much
before
bed
except
sit
and
watch
Percy
chase
Fred
and
George
all
over
Gryffindor
tower
because
they
'd
stolen
his
prefect
badge
.
It
had
been
Harry
's
best
Christmas
day
ever
.
Yet
something
had
been
nagging
at
the
back
of
his
mind
all
day
.
Not
until
he
climbed
into
bed
was
he
free
to
think
about
it
:
the
invisibility
cloak
and
whoever
had
sent
it
.
