He walked into his house - or tried to. Since his clothes were so much more tighter than normal, he could hardly walk; he was now reduced to a awkward staggering.
When he eventually got inside, he took off his shrunken clothes - all of them. Even his heart-patterned boxers, which, like his shirt, coat, shoes, socks and pants before them, had shrunk 2 sizes.
Harry put his shrinking clothes on the floor. And, not wanting to be seen naked, quickly grabbed a bathroom towel from his dry laundry pile, and wrapped it around himself.
He stared, incredulous, as he saw his clothes, shoes and socks shrunk smaller and smaller and smaller.
Within seconds, his clothes, shoes and socks stopped shrinking at around doll size.
Harry's jaw hung as he stared at his doll-sized socks.
"My best socks! They're tiny!" He Exclaimed.
In fact, the clothes he'd put on that day; shoes and all, they were tiny too.