Harry laughed a bit at that, nodding down at his food. "Aye, said house elf knits a pretty mean pair of socks too." Harry commented, thinking back on the mismatched pair he'd received from Dobby for Christmas one year. They were actually pretty comfortable, those socks. As strange as Dobby was, Harry actually rather missed him -- and Hogwarts. He could only imagine what the school was like now and it was not pleasant at all.
He did not comment on Ron's near mess up though in favor of finishing off his own dinner (when you lived with Dudley Dursley you learned how to eat fast before he ate it himself). "The sooner the better" Harry agreed, wanting to get a move on. "Plus, it's Hermione's birthday" Harry commented, giving her a smile and gently nudging her with his elbow. "All things academic are like Quidditch for her."