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"
It
's
not
as
bad
as
it
sounds
,
you
know
,
"
said
George
.
"
We
do
n't
reckon
Filch
ever
found
out
how
to
work
it
.
He
probably
suspected
what
it
was
,
though
,
or
he
would
n't
have
confiscated
it
.
"
"
And
you
know
how
to
work
it
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Fred
,
smirking
.
"
This
little
beauty
's
taught
us
more
than
all
the
teachers
in
this
school
.
"
"
You
're
winding
me
up
,
"
said
Harry
,
looking
at
the
ragged
old
bit
of
parchment
.
"
Oh
,
are
we
?
"
said
George
.
He
took
out
his
wand
,
touched
the
parchment
lightly
,
and
said
,
"
I
solemnly
swear
that
I
am
up
to
no
good
.
"
And
at
once
,
thin
ink
lines
began
to
spread
like
a
spider
's
web
from
the
point
that
George
's
wand
had
touched
.
They
joined
each
other
,
they
crisscrossed
,
they
fanned
into
every
corner
of
the
parchment
;
then
words
began
to
blossom
across
the
top
,
great
,
curly
green
words
,
that
proclaimed
:
Messrs.
Moony
,
Wormtail
,
Padfoot
,
and
Prongs
Purveyors
of
Aids
to
Magical
Mischief-Makers
