Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.

Nie wierzę! Nie wierzę! Och, Ron, to cudownie! 'Prefekt! Jak każdy w tej rodzinie!'
A ja i Fred to co, jesteśmy tylko sąsiadami?' zdenerwował się George, kiedy matka odepchnęła go na bok i rzuciła się na swego najmłodszego syna, obejmując go gwałtownie.

George,” said Fred, “I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.”
“Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself,” said George lightly.

Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.

One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.

Wow, we're identical!