Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.
Hagrid's coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets — bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, mint humbugs, teabags...finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.