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"
Are
you
going
to
report
me
?
"
Harry
asked
her
,
grinning
.
"
Oh
--
of
course
not
--
but
honestly
,
Harry
--
"
"
Seen
the
Fizzing
Whizbees
,
Harry
?
"
said
Ron
,
grabbing
him
and
leading
him
over
to
their
barrel
.
"
And
the
Jelly
Slugs
?
And
the
Acid
Pops
?
Fred
gave
me
one
of
those
when
I
was
seven
--
it
burnt
a
hole
right
through
my
tongue
.
I
remember
Mum
walloping
him
with
her
broomstick
.
"
Ron
stared
broodingly
into
the
Acid
Pop
box
.
"
Reckon
Fred
'd
take
a
bite
of
Cockroach
Cluster
if
I
told
him
they
were
peanuts
?
"
When
Ron
and
Hermione
had
paid
for
all
their
sweets
,
the
three
of
them
left
Honeydukes
for
the
blizzard
outside
.
Hogsmeade
looked
like
a
Christmas
card
;
the
little
thatched
cottages
and
shops
were
all
covered
in
a
layer
of
crisp
snow
;
there
were
holly
wreaths
on
the
doors
and
strings
of
enchanted
candles
hanging
in
the
trees
.
Harry
shivered
;
unlike
the
other
two
,
he
did
n't
have
his
cloak
.
They
headed
up
the
street
,
heads
bowed
against
the
wind
,
Ron
and
Hermione
shouting
through
their
scarves
.
"
That
's
the
post
office
--
"
"
Zonko
's
is
up
there
--
"
"
We
could
go
up
to
the
Shrieking
Shack
--
"
"
Tell
you
what
,
"
said
Ron
,
his
teeth
chattering
,
"
shall
we
go
for
a
butterbeer
in
the
Three
Broomsticks
?
"
