¡°There's always the feast,¡± said Ron, in an effort to cheer Harry up. ¡°You know, the Halloween feast, in the evening.¡±
¡°Er ¡ª Mr. Black ¡ª Sirius?¡± said Hermione.
There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were ¡®Special Effects¡¯ ¡ª sweets: Droobles Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (¡®breathe fire for your friends!'), Ice Mice (¡®hear your teeth chatter and squeak!'), peppermint creams shaped like toads (¡®hop realistically in the stomach!'), fragile sugar-spun quills, and exploding bonbons.