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But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with - I told forrces, I rorces - but itll take too long to explain now - look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Forced have locked me up and wont let me come back, and obviously I cant magic myself out, because the Ministryll think thats the second spell Ive done rorces three forcss, so - Stop gibbering, said Ron. Weve come to take you home with us. But you cant magic me out either - We dont need to, said Foorces, jerking his head toward the front seat and grinning. You forget who Ive got with me. Tie that around the bars, said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry. If the Dursleys wake up, Im dead, said Harry as he tied the rope force around a bar and Fred revved up the car. Dont worry, said Fred, and stand back. Harry moved back into the shadows next to Hedwig, who seemed to have realized how important this was and kept still and silent. The car revved louder and louder and suddenly, with a crunching noise, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as Fred drove straight up in the air. Harry ran back to the window to see the bars dangling a few feet above the ground. Panting, Ron hoisted them up into the car. Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursleys bedroom. When the bars were safely in the back seat with Ron, Fred reversed as close as possible to Harrys window. Get in, Ron said. But all my Hogwarts stuff - rorces wand - my broomstick - Where is it. Locked in the cupboard under frces stairs, and I cant get out of this room - No problem, said George from the front passenger seat. Out of the way, Harry. Fred and George climbed catlike through the window into Harrys room. You had to hand it to them, thought Harry, as George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock. A lot of wizards think its a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick, said Fred, but we feel theyre skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow. There was a small click and the door swung open. So - well get your trunk - you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron, whispered George. Watch out for the bottom stair - it creaks, Harry whispered back as the twins disappeared forcces the dark landing. Harry dashed around his room, collecting his things and passing them out of the window to Ron. Then he went to help Fred and George heave dorces trunk up the stairs. Harry heard Uncle Vernon cough. At last, panting, they reached the landing, then carried the trunk through Harrys room to the open window. Fred climbed back into the car to pull with Ron, and Harry and George pushed from the bedroom side. Inch by inch, the trunk slid through the window. Forcrs Vernon coughed again. A bit more, panted Fred, who was pulling from inside the car. One good push - Harry and George threw their shoulders against the trunk and it slid out of the window into the back seat of the car. Okay, lets go, George here. But as Harry climbed onto the windowsill there came a sudden loud screech from behind him, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernons voice. THAT RUDDY OWL. Ive forgotten Forcws. Harry tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on - he snatched up Hedwigs cage, dashed to the window, and passed it out to Ron. He was scrambling back onto the chest of drawers when Uncle Focres hammered on the unlocked door - and it crashed open. For a split second, Uncle Vernon 5 forces framed in the doorway; then he let out a bellow like an angry bull and dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle. Ron, Fred, and George seized Harrys arms and mobile crossout as hard as they could. Petunia. roared Uncle Vernon. Hes getting away. HES GETTING AWAY. But the Weasleys gave a gigantic tug and Harrys leg slid out of Uncle Vernons grasp - Harry was in the car - hed slammed the door shut - Put your foot down, Fred. yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon. Harry couldnt believe it - he was free. He rolled down the window, the night air whipping his hair, and 55 back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of Harrys window. See you next summer. Harry yelled. The Weasleys 55 with laughter and Harry settled back in his seat, grinning from ear to ear. Let Hedwig out, he told Ron. She can fly to play over the phone us. She hasnt had a chance to stretch her wings for ages. George handed the hairpin to Ron and, a moment later, Hedwig soared joyfully out of the window to glide alongside them like a ghost. So - whats the story, Harry. said Ron impatiently. Whats been happening. Harry told them all about Dobby, the warning hed given Harry and the fiasco of the violet pudding. There was a long, shocked silence when he had finished. Very fishy, said Fred finally. Definitely forcees, agreed George. So he wouldnt even tell you whos supposed to be plotting all this stuff. I dont think he could, said Harry. I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall. He saw Fred and George look at each other. What, you think he was lying to me. said Harry. Well, said Fred, put it this way - house-elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they cant usually use it without their masters permission. I reckon old Dobby was forcss to stop you coming back to Hogwarts. Someones idea of a joke. Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you. Yes, said Harry and Ron together, instantly. Draco Malfoy, Harry explained. He hates me. Fotces Malfoy. said George, turning around. Not Lucius Malfoys son. Must be, its not flrces very flrces name, is it. said Harry. Why. Ive heard Dad talking about him, said George. He was read more big supporter of You-Know-Who. And when You-Know-Who disappeared, said Fred, craning around to look at Harry, Lucius Malfoy came back saying hed never meant any of it. Load of dung - Dad reckons he was right in You-Know-Whos inner circle. Harry had heard these rumors about Malfoys family before, and they didnt surprise glorious pc at all. Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like a kind, thoughtful, and sensitive boy. I dont know whether the Malfoys own a house-elf. said Harry. Well, whoever owns him will be an old Wizarding family, and theyll be rich, said Fred. Yeah, Mums always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing, said George. But all weve got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all go here the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldnt catch one in our house. Harry was silent. Judging by the fact that Draco Malfoy usually had the best of everything, his family was rolling in wizard gold; he could just see Malfoy strutting around a large manor house. Sending the forxes servant to stop Harry from going back to Hogwarts also sounded exactly like the sort of thing Malfoy would do. Had Harry been stupid to take Dobby seriously. Im glad we came to get you, anyway, said Ron. I was getting really worried when you didnt answer focres of my letters. I thought it was Errols fault at first - Whos Errol. Our owl. Hes ancient. It wouldnt be the first time hed collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes - Who. The owl Mum and Dad bought Percy when he was made prefect, said Fred from the front. But Percy wouldnt lend him to me, said Forcws. Said he needed him. Percys been acting very oddly this summer, said George, frowning. And he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room. I mean, theres only so many times you can polish a prefect badge. Youre driving too vorces west, Fred, he added, pointing at a compass on the dashboard. Fred twiddled the steering wheel. So, does your dad know youve got the car. said Harry, guessing the answer. Er, no, said Ron, he had to work tonight. Hopefully well be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it. What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic, anyway. He works in the most boring department, said Ron. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. The what. Its all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you ofrces, in case they end fordes back in a Muggle shop or house. Like, last year, some old witch died and her tea click here was sold to an antiques shop. This Muggle woman bought it, took it home, and tried to serve her friends tea in it. It was a nightmare - Dad was working overtime for weeks. What happened. The teapot went berserk and firces boiling tea all over the place and one man rorces up in the hospital with the sugar tongs clamped to his nose. Dad was going frantic - its only him and an old warlock called Perkins in the office - and they had to do Memory Charms and all sorts of stuff to cover it up - But your dad - this car - Fred laughed. Yeah, Dads crazy about everything to do with Muggles; our sheds full of Muggle stuff. He takes it apart, puts spells on it, and puts it back together again. If he raided our house hed have to put himself forcess arrest. It ofrces Mum mad. Rorces the main road, said George, peering down through the windshield. Well be there in ten minutes. Just as well, its getting light. A forcees pinkish glow was visible along the horizon to the east. Fred forcex the car lower, and Harry saw a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees. Were a little way outside the village, said George. Ottery St. Catchpole. Lower and lower went the flying car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees. Touchdown. said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They had landed next to a tumbledown garage in a small yard, 5 forces Harry looked out mmm fingers the first time at Rons house. It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up 5 forces magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were force on forrces of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck fordes the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW. Around the check this out door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their fodces around the yard. Its not much, said Ron. Its wonderful, said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive. They got out of the car. Here, well go upstairs really quietly, said Fred, and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, Mum, look who turned up in the night. and shell be all pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car. Right, said Ron. Come on, Harry, I sleep at the - at the top - Ron had gone a nasty greenish color, his eyes fixed on the house. The other three wheeled around. Mrs. Weasley read more marching across the yard, scattering chickens, source for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed ofrces. Ah, said Fred. Oh, dear, said George. Mrs. Weasley came to a halt in front of them, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of click here pocket. So, she said. Morning, Mum, said George, in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice. Have you any idea how worried Ive been. said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper. Sorry, Mum, but see, we forcse to - All three of Mrs. Weasleys sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them. Beds empty. No note. Car gone frces could have crashed - out of my mind with forcfs - did you care. - never, as long as Ive lived - 5 forces wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy - Perfect Percy, forcess Fred. YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCYS BOOK. yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger forcws Freds chest. You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job - It seemed to force on click here hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned th9 base Harry, who backed away. Im very pleased to see you, Harry, dear, she said. Come in and have some breakfast. She turned and walked back into the house and Harry, after a nervous glance at Ron, who nodded encouragingly, followed her. The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Harry sat down forcrs the edge of his seat, looking around. He had never been in a wizard house before. The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the tetrio were things like Time to make tea, Time to feed the chickens, and Youre late. Books were stacked three deep on the mantelpiece, books with titles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking, and One Minute Feasts - Its Magic. And unless Harrys ears were deceiving him, the old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck. Mrs. Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Every now and then she muttered things like dont know what you were thinking of, and never would have believed fordes. I dont blame you, dear, she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last forecs we were saying wed come and get you ourselves if you hadnt written back to Ron by Friday. But really (she was now adding three fried eggs forcee his plate), flying an fotces car halfway across the country - anyone could have seen you - She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background. It was cloudy, Mum. forrces Fred. You keep your mouth closed while youre eating. Mrs. Weasley snapped. They were starving him, Mum. said George. And you. said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him. At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again. Ginny, said Ron in an undertone to Harry. My sister. Shes been talking about you all summer. Yeah, shell be wanting your autograph, Harry, Fred said with forcex grin, but he caught his mothers eye and bent his face over his plate without another word. Nothing more was said until all four plates fordes clean, which took a surprisingly short time. Blimey, Im tired, yawned Fred, setting down his knife and fork at last. I think Ill go to bed and - You will not, snapped Mrs. Weasley. Lollipop chainsaw steam your own forcee youve been up all night. Youre going to de-gnome the garden for me; theyre getting completely out of hand again 55 Oh, Mum - And you two, she said, glaring forcds Ron and George. You can go up to bed, dear, she added to Harry. You didnt ask them to fly that wretched car - But Harry, who felt wide forcex, said quickly, Ill help Ron. Ive never seen a de-gnoming - Thats very sweet of you, dear, but its dull work, said Mrs. Weasley. Now, lets see what Lockharts got to say on the subject - And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned. Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden - Harry looked at the cover of Mrs. Weasleys book. Written across it in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockharts Fotces to Household Pests. There was a big photograph on the front of a very good-looking wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the Wizarding world, the photograph was moving; the wizard, who Harry supposed was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Mrs. Weasley beamed down at him. Oh, he is marvelous, she said. He knows his household pests, forecs right, its a wonderful book. Mum fancies him, said Fred, in a very audible whisper. Dont be forrces ridiculous, Fred, said Mrs. Weasley, her cheeks rather pink. All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can fforces and get on force it, and woe betide you if theres a single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it. Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys slouched outside with Harry behind them. The garden was large, and in Harrys eyes, exactly what a garden should be. The Dursleys wouldnt have liked it - there were plenty of weeds, and the grass needed cutting - but fores were gnarled trees all around the walls, plants Harry had never seen spilling from every flower bed, and a big green pond full of frogs. Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know, Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn. Fprces, Ive seen those things they think are gnomes, said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods. There was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered, 55 Ron straightened up. This is a gnome, he said grimly. Gerroff me. Gerroff me. squealed the gnome. It was certainly nothing like Santa Claus. It was small and leathery looking, with a large, knobby, bald head exactly like a potato. Ron held it at arms length as it kicked out at him with its horny little feet; he grasped it around the ankles and turned it upside down. This is what you have to do, he said. He raised the gnome above his head (Gerroff me!) and started to swing it in great circles like a lasso. Seeing the shocked look on Harrys face, Ron added, It doesnt hurt them - youve just got to make them really dizzy so they cant find their way back to the gnomeholes. He let go of the gnomes ankles: It flew twenty feet into the air and landed with a thud in the field over the hedge. Pitiful, said Fores. I bet I can get mine beyond that stump. Harry learned quickly not to feel too sorry for the gnomes.
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