“Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy—”
“Find my what?”
“—and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!”
“What’s a Wheezy?”
“Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy—Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!”
Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts.
“What?” Harry gasped. “They’ve got… they’ve got Ron?”
“The thing Harry Potter will miss the most, sir!” squeaked Dobby.