Disclaimer: It must be nice to own the Harry Potter rights. I wouldn't know.
"The blue-wrapped ones are Fizzing Whizbees," said Harry, as Dudley's eyes drank in the vast pile of Honeydukes sweets. "When you suck them, you float in the air a little ways – and these are the Chocolate Frogs I told you about. They're nothing special, just ordinary chocolate…"
"Call that nothing special?" Dudley sounded scandalised.
Harry laughed. "Touché. So anyway, over here you have your Jelly Slugs, and next to those…"
"What is going on here?"
"Mum!" Dudley jumped up, and ran over to his appalled mother. "Mom, listen: we've been all wrong about Harry's lot! They're not freaks, they're geniuses!"