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harry stared at the note. ron was
admiring the cloak.
”id give anythihese,” he said. ”anything. whats
the matter?”
”nothing,” said harry. he felt very strange. who had sent the
cloak? had it really oo his father?
before he could say or think ahe dormitory door
was flung open and fred and gee weasley bounded in. harry stuffed
the cloak quickly out of sight. he didnt feel like sharing it with
a.
”merry christmas!”
”hey, loot a weasley sweater, too!”
fred and ge blue sweaters, oh a large
yellow f oher a g.
”harrys is better than h,” said fred, holding up
harrys sweater. ”she obviously makes more of a if youre
not family.”
”why arent y yee demanded. ”e on,
get it on, theyre lovely and warm.”
”i hate maroon,” ron moaedly as he pulled it over
his head.
”you havent got a letter e observed. ”i suppose
she thinks you dont fet your were not stupid --
ere called gred and fe.”
”whats all th is noise.
percy weasley stuck his head through the d
disapproving. he had clearly gotten halfway thr his
preseoo, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which
fred seized.
”p fet it on, pere on, were all wearing
ours, even harry got one.”
”i -- dont -- ercy thickly, as the twins forced
the sweater over his head, knog his glasses askew.
”and youre not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said
gee. ”christmas is a time for family.”
they frog-marched per the room, his arms pio his
side by his sweater.
harry had never in all his life had such a christmas dinner. a
hu, roast turkeys; mountains of roast aoes;
platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats
of thick, rich gravy and berry saud stacks of wizard
crackers every few feet alohese fantastic party
fav like the feeble muggle ohe dursleys usually
bought, with their little plastid their flimsy paper hats
inside. harry pulled a wizard cracker with fred and it didnt just
ba off with a blast like a d ehem all
in a oke, while from the inside exploded a rear
admirals hat and several live, white mice. up at the high table,
dumbledore had sed his pointed wizards hat for a flowered
bo, and was g merrily at a joke professor flitwick had
just read him.
flaming christmas puddings followed the turkey. perearly
broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. harry
watched hagrid getting redder ahe face as he called
for more wine, finally kissing prall on the cheek,
who, to harrys amazement, giggled aop hat lopsided.
when harry fiable, he was laden down with a stack
of things out of the crag a paexplodable,
luminous balloons, a groarts kit, and his oizard
chess set. the white mice had disappeared and harry had a nasty
feeling they were going to end up as mrs. norriss christmas dinner.
harry and the ent a happy afternoon having a furious
snowball fight on the grounds. then, cold, ing for
breath, they returhe fire in the gryffindor ,
where harry broke in his by losiacularly to
roed he wouldnt have lost so badly if pert
tried to help him so much.
after a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and
christmas cake, everyooo full ao do much
before bed except sit and ercy chase fred and gee all
ryffindor tower because theyd stole badge.
it had been harrys best christmas day ever. yet something had
been nagging at the baind all day. not until he climbed
into bed was he free to think about it: the invisibility d
whoever had sent it.