Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, would of course have heard the whole story of what had happened to Aunt Marge.
There was a look of suppressed triumph about him. Harry tried to look innocent, all too aware of his sweaty face and his muddy hands, which he quickly hid in his pockets.
She looked nervously over her shoulder into the depths of the forest. The sun was setting now.
¡°Turn out your pockets, Potter!¡± he spat suddenly.
¡°Ron gave them to me,¡± said Harry, praying he'd get a chance to tip Ron off before Snape saw him. ¡°He brought them back from Hogsmeade last time ¡ª¡±