CHAPTER THREE
“Get in,” Ron said.
“But all my Hogwarts stuff — my wand — my broomstick —”
“Where is it?”
“Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can’t 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
Harry’s 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 it’s a waste of time, knowing this sort of
Muggle trick,” said Fred, “but we feel they’re skills worth learning,
even if they are a bit slow.”
There was a small click and the door swung open.
“So — we’ll 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 onto 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 his trunk up the stairs. Harry heard Uncle Vernon
cough.
At last, panting, they reached the landing, then carried the trunk
through Harry’s 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.
Uncle Vernon coughed again.
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