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”i think i know who that ones from,” said r a bit
pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. ”my mom. i told her you
did as and -- oh, no,” he groaned, ”shes made
you a weasley sweater.”
harry had toro find a thid-knitted
sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
”every year she makes us a sweater,” said r his
own, ”and mines always maroon.”
”thats really nice of her,” said harry, trying the fudge,
which was very tasty.
his also ed dy -- a large box of chocolate
frogs from hermione.
this o one parcel. harry picked it up a
was very light. he u.
something fluid and silvery gray wehe floor
where it lay in gleaming fasped.
”ive heard of those,” he said in a hushed v the
box of every flavor beans hed gotten from hermiohats
what i think it is -- theyre really rare, and really valuable.”
”what is it?”
harry picked the shinih off the floor. it was
straouch, like water woven into material.
”its an invisibility cloak,” said ron, a look of awe on his
face. ”im sure it is -- try it on.”
harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and ron gave a yell.
”it is! look down!”
harry looked down at his feet, but they were goo
the mirrh, his refle looked back at him, just his
head suspended in midair, his body pletely invisible. he pulled
the cloak over his head aioely.
”theres a note!” said ron suddenly. ”a of it!”
harry pulled off the d seized the letter. written in
narrow, l he had never seehe following
words: your father left this in my possession before he died. it
is time it was returo you. use it well.
a very merry christmas to you.
there was no signature.
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