“It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigsty,
but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several storeys high
and so crooked it looked as though it was held up by magic (which, Harry
reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top
of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read
‘The Burrow’. Round the front door lay a jumble of wellington boots and a very
rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the
yard.
‘It’s not much,’ said Ron.
‘It’s brilliant,’
said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive…
The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a
scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle and Harry sat down on the edge
of his seat, looking around. He had never been in a wizard house before.
‘The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no
numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like ‘Time to make tea’,
‘Time to feed the chickens’ and ‘You’re late’. Books were stacked three deep on
the mantelpiece, books with titles like Charm
Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in
Baking and One Minute Feasts – It’s
Magic!. And unless Harry’s ears were deceiving him, the old radio next to
the sink had just announced that coming up was ‘Witching Hour, with the popular
singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck.’”
It delights me to think that even witches and wizards need
hens and wellingtons!
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