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Lamia also laughed. At this time, the hand on the clock representing Mr. Weasley suddenly made a click. "Oh, your father is back!" Mrs. Weasley looked up at the clock and said suddenly.

Lamia glanced at the clock. Mr. Weasley's needle jumped from "work" to "on the way". A quarter of an hour later, it trembled and stopped at the "home" position along with the other needles.

At this moment, everyone heard Mr. Weasley's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Coming, Arthur!" cried Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the room.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley came into the warm living room carrying his dinner on a tray, looking exhausted.

"Well, things are getting out of hand," he said to Mrs. Weasley, as he sat in an armchair by the fire, listlessly fiddling with a plate of slightly wrinkled cauliflower. "Rita Skeeter has been scrabbling around all week, trying to figure out if there's any more chaos to report at the Ministry.

Now she's discovered poor old Bertha's missing, and that looks like it'll be the headline in tomorrow's Daily Prophet. I told Bateman he should have sent for her long ago."

"Mr. Crouch has been saying that for weeks," Percy said quickly.

"Crouch is lucky Rita didn't find out about Winky," said Mr. Weasley irritably. "His house-elf being caught with the wand that produced the Dark Mark is going to be front-page news for a week."

"I suppose we all agree that the elf, despite his irresponsibility, didn't create the Dark Mark, don't we?" Percy argued vehemently.

"If you ask me, I think Mr. Crouch is very lucky that the people at the Daily Prophet don't know how he abuses elves!" said Hermione angrily.

"Hermione, think about it!" said Percy. "A high-ranking Ministry official like Mr. Crouch deserves the unconditional obedience of his servants—"

"You mean his slave!" Hermione said, her voice rising with excitement. "Because he doesn't pay Winky, doesn't he?"

Lamia tugged at Hermione's clothes, signaling her to calm down, but it was obvious that it was of no use.

"I think you should all go upstairs and see if everything is packed!" Mrs. Weasley said, interrupting their argument. "Come on, all of you..."

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof became louder, mixed with the shrill howling and groaning of the wind, not to mention the sporadic howling of the ghouls living in the attic.

Lamia took Hermione in her arms and followed Harry and Ron up the stairs.

After they went upstairs, it didn't take long for Lamia and Hermione to finish packing their things. At the same time, they were called over by Ron. In their room, the owl named Piggy began to squeak and fly around in its cage. It seemed a little crazy with excitement when it saw the half-packed boxes.

"Stuff some owl food on it," said Ron, tossing a packet to Harry, "that'll keep it quiet."

Lamia watched as Harry poured the entire bag of food into the piglet, and then, as expected, the piglet's voice disappeared.

"Look, these are the things Mom bought you in Diagon Alley. She also took some gold coins out of your safe... and washed all your socks for you."

Ron moved a large pile of packages to Harry's cot and threw the money bag and a large pack of socks next to them.

Harry began to examine the things Mrs. Weasley had bought him. Besides Miranda Goshawk's The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, there was a new quill, twelve rolls of parchment, and some supplies for his potion-making kit—he was running low on lionfish spine powder and belladonna extract.

He was just about to put his underwear into his cauldron when he heard Ron yell in disgust from behind him.

Lamia and Hermione stood aside, neither of them quite understanding why Ron had called them over. After all, no one had paid any attention to them until now.

"What on earth did you call us here for, Ron?" Lamia said, standing at the door with her arms folded, as if she would take Hermione out at any second.

"Hey, don't go. I just want to ask, is this dress prepared by mom for one of you?"

Ron was holding something in his hands that looked to Harry like a maroon velvet dress with musty-looking ruffles at the neckline and matching lace at the cuffs.

"I'm sorry, no, Mrs. Weasley never told me that." Lamia covered her mouth and giggled.

"Yeah, me neither," Hermione chimed in.

Ron was confused by their denial. "That's impossible! This clearly looks like a women's item. Could it be that Ginny got the wrong one?"

Just then there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley walked in, holding a pair of freshly washed and ironed Hogwarts robes in her arms.

"Here are yours," she said, dividing the robes into two piles. "Now, remember to pack them neatly and without wrinkles."

"Mum, you gave me Ginny's new dress," Ron said, handing her the dress.

"How could I be mistaken," said Mrs. Weasley, "Here they are for you, dress robes."

"What?" said Ron, looking horrified.

'Dress robes!' Mrs. Weasley repeated. 'The list you got from school says you should get dress robes this year . . . formal robes.'

"You've got to be kidding me," said Ron incredulously. "I wouldn't wear anything like that, ever!"

"Everyone has to wear them, Ron!" said Mrs. Weasley angrily. "They're all like that! Your father has some of them too, for fancy parties!"

"I'd rather be naked than wear it," said Ron stubbornly.

"Don't be silly," said Mrs. Weasley, "you must have a dress robe, it's on your list! I got one for Harry, too, and Lamia, and Hermione, too. They all have one, so it's just right. Show it to him, Harry..."

Harry was just about to fold his tuxedo when he heard this and flattened it out again.

There was not a single lace on his dress robes—in fact, they looked much the same as his school robes, but they were dark green instead of black.

"I think it will bring out the colour of your eyes, dear," said Mrs. Weasley fondly.