QUOTE : As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit.<br />“And what’s that supposed to be?” he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way.<br />“ ’Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now —”<br />“Watch who you’re calling gruesome!” said Ron, his ears turning red.<br />“The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels’ eyes —”<br />“I have not got spattergroit!”<br />“But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master —”<br />“They’re freckles!” said Ron furiously.