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"A Wrackspurt. . . They're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy," she said. "I thought I felt one zooming around in here."
"Well, that's not very long! I know why it's happened, of course. Its all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and center ?quot;
Raising an arm in cheery farewell, he headed out of the doors into the darkness.
"Blimey. . . you can't even make a joke round here anymore. . . ."
"Bill told me W Fred and George are very amusing!" said Fleur, smiling serenely.
"If I were on duty . . ." said Mr. Weasley, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.
MARKS----THEY'LL MAKE ANYONE SICK!
But Knockturn Alley, the side street devoted to the Dark Arts, looked completely deserted. They peered into windows as they passed, but none of the shops seemed to have any customers at all. Harry supposed it was a bit of a giveaway in these dangerous and suspicious times to buy Dark artifacts — or at least, to be seen buying them.
"I suppose you like the way Phlegm says ' 'Any,' do you?" asked Ginny scornfully.
"'Night, Mr. Weasley," said Harry, pushing back his chair. Crookshanks leapt lightly from his lap and slunk out of the room.
"Don't get used to it, it's only because of Harry," said Mr. Weasley over his shoulder. He and Mrs. Weasley were in front with the Ministry driver; the front passenger seat had obligingly stretched into what resembled a two-seater sofa. "He's been given top-grade security status. And we'll be joining up with additional security at the Leaky Cauldron too."
"No they won’t!" said Ron, who, like Harry, was laughing. "This is brilliant!"
"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid, little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."
"With her ?"
Ron shook his head. "And you're not either, are you?"
Annoyed, but absolutely convinced he was right, Harry snatched up a pile of filthy Quidditch robes and left the room; Mrs. Weasley had been urging them for days not to leave their washing and packing until the last moment. On the landing he bumped into Ginny, who was returning to her room carrying a pile of freshly laundered clothes.