I shuddered. ""Stop. Just stop. I don't even speak Latin and I know you're doing it all wrong."
Harry glared at me.
"If you don't speak it," Harry accused me, "then how can you tell?"
I shook my head. The truth was that Molly had told me, but I wanted to mess with his head.
"Because it's you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked indignantly.
"You mess up seventy percent of anything you do, guaranteed." I pointed out. "The law of averages is on my side."
He glared again, but it was halfhearted.
We both knew it was true.