them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor. “We won’t be seeing you,” Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick. “Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,” said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. “If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,”
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