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Everyone
except
Percy
and
Mrs.
Weasley
snorted
into
their
pudding
.
"
Why
are
the
Ministry
providing
cars
,
Father
?
"
Percy
asked
again
,
in
a
dignified
voice
.
"
Well
,
as
we
have
n't
got
one
anymore
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
"
and
as
I
work
there
,
they
're
doing
me
a
favor
...
"
His
voice
was
casual
,
but
Harry
could
n't
help
noticing
that
Mr.
Wesley
's
ears
had
gone
red
,
just
like
Ron
's
did
when
he
was
under
pressure
.
"
Good
thing
,
too
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
briskly
.
"
Do
you
realize
how
much
luggage
you
've
all
got
between
you
?
A
nice
sight
you
'd
be
on
the
Muggle
Underground
...
You
are
all
packed
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Ron
has
n't
put
all
his
new
things
in
his
trunk
yet
,
"
said
Percy
,
in
a
long-suffering
voice
.
"
He
's
dumped
them
on
my
bed
.
"
"
You
'd
better
go
and
pack
properly
,
Ron
,
because
we
wo
n't
have
much
time
in
the
morning
,
"
Mrs.
Weasley
called
down
the
table
.
Ron
scowled
at
Percy
.
After
dinner
everyone
felt
very
full
and
sleepy
.
One
by
one
they
made
their
way
upstairs
to
their
rooms
to
check
their
things
for
the
next
day
.
Ron
and
Percy
were
next
door
to
Harry
.
He
had
just
closed
and
locked
his
own
trunk
when
he
heard
angry
voices
through
the
wall
,
and
went
to
see
what
was
going
on
.
The
door
of
number
twelve
was
ajar
and
Percy
was
shouting
.
"
It
was
here
,
on
the
bedside
table
,
I
took
it
off
for
polishing
--
"
