SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

'Did he eat it?' Fred said excitedly.

'Yeah,' said Harry, straightening up. 'What was it?'

'Ton-Tongue Toffee,' Fred said brightly. 'George and I invented them. 'We've been looking for someone to test them all summer...'

The rest of the Weasleys burst into laughter.

'You invented something?' Sherlock asked Fred, while Bill and Charlie introduced themselves to Harry.

'Yeah, look.' Fred pulled out a sweet in brightly coloured wrapping 'It's infused with an Engorgement Charm, so it'll make the tongue grow. We don't know exactly how long it'll get though.'

'Really? That's ingenious,' said Sherlock.

'You think so?' said Fred, looking quite surprised.

'Definitely.'

Suddenly there was a faint popping sound and Mr Weasley appeared in the kitchen. Fred quickly shoved the sweet out of sight.

'That wasn't funny, Fred!' Mr Weasley shouted. 'What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?'

Castiel hunched over his glass of water at one end of the table.

'I didn't give him anything,' said Fred. 'I just dropped it... it was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to.'

'You dropped it on purpose!' roared Mr Weasley. 'You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet-'

'How big did his tongue get?' George asked eagerly.

'It was four foot long before his parents would let me shrink it!'

Harry and the Weasleys laughed again, and this time Dean did not supress his snigger

'It isn't funny!' Mr Weasley shouted again. 'That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-'

'We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!' Fred said indignantly.

'We gave it to him because he's a great, bullying git,' said George, 'isn't he, Harry?'

'Yeah, he is, Mr Weasley,' Harry said earnestly

'That's not the point!' raged Mr Weasley. 'You wait till I tell your mother-'

'Tell me what?' said Mrs Weasley, who had just entered the kitchen, eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'Oh, hello, Harry dear,' she said, spotting him. 'Tell me what, Arthur?'

Mr Weasley hesitated. As angry as he was with Fred and George, he hadn't truly intended to tell Mrs Weasley what had happened. There was silence while Mr Weasley eyed his wife nervously.

'Tell me what, Arthur?' she repeated.

'It's nothing, Molly,' mumbled Mr Weasley, 'Fred and George just- but I've had words with them-'

'What have they done this time?' said Mrs Weasley. 'If it's got anything to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes-'

'Why don't we show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron,' Hermione said hurriedly.

'He knows where he's sleeping,' said Ron. 'In my room, he slept there last-'

'We can all go,' Dean said pointedly. 'We can see the rest of the house.'

'Oh,' said Ron, cottoning on. 'Right.'

'Yeah, we'll come too' said George.

'You stay where you are!' snarled Mrs Weasley.