The next day, the needle-like pain from Fred and George's Portkey sickness had completely faded. The two of them left the Hospital Wing early in the morning and met up with their housemates eating breakfast in the Great Hall.
"What's this?" George asked, watching an owl fly away and staring curiously at the package in front of Albert's seat.
"Dog food," Albert said without looking up. "I bought it for Fang. Thanks to him the other night."
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