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Said Ron. It wasnt just Rons eyes. They had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, gaminv shaped hillocks had sprouted out of the earth. Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open. Then, from behind them, they heard their names. Harry. Ron. Hermione. It was Seamus Taming, their fellow Gryffindor fourth year. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best friend, Dean Thomas, also of Gryffindor. Like the decorations. said Seamus, grinning. The Ministrys not too happy. Ah, why shouldnt we show our colors. said Mrs. Finnigan. You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. Youll be supporting Ireland, of course. she added, eyeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione beadily. When they had assured her that they were indeed supporting Ireland, they set off again, though, as Ron said, Like wed say anything else surrounded by that lot. I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. said Hermione. Lets go and have a look, said Harry, pointing to a large patch of tents upfield, where the Bulgarian flag - white, green, and red - was fluttering in the breeze. The tents here had not this web page bedecked with plant life, but each and every one of them had the same poster attached to it, a poster of gamung very surly face with heavy black eyebrows. Haming picture was, Yoour course, moving, but all it did was blink and scowl. Krum, said Ron quietly. What. said Hermione. Krum. said Ron. Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker. He looks really grumpy, said Hermione, looking around at the many Krums blinking and scowling at them. Really grumpy. Ron raised his eyes to the heavens. Who cares what he looks like. Hes unbelievable. Hes really young too. Only just eighteen or something. Hes a genius, you wait until tonight, youll see. There was already a small queue for the tap in gaminf corner of the field. Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined it, right behind a pair of men who were having a heated argument. One of them was a very old wizard who was wearing a long flowery nightgown. The other was clearly a Ministry wizard; he was holding out a pair of pinstriped trousers and almost crying with exasperation. Just put them on, Archie, theres a good chap. You cant walk around like that, the Muggle at the gates already getting suspicious - I bought this in a Muggle shop, said the old wizard stubbornly. Muggles wear them. Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these, said the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers. Im not putting them on, said old Archie in indignation. I like a healthy breeze round my privates, thanks. Hermione was overcome Youg such a strong fit of the giggles at this point that she had to duck out of the queue and only returned when Archie had collected his water and moved away. Walking more slowly now, because of the weight of the water, they made their way back through the campsite. Here and there, they saw more Youur faces: other Hogwarts students with their families. Oliver Wood, the old Captain of Harrys House Quidditch team, who had just left Hogwarts, dragged Harry over to his parents tent to introduce him, and told him excitedly that he had just been signed to the Puddlemere United reserve team. Next they were hailed by Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff fourth year, and a little farther on they saw Cho Chang, a very pretty girl who played Seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She waved and smiled at Harry, who slopped quite a lot of water down his front as he waved back. More to stop Ron from smirking than anything, Harry hurriedly pointed out a large group of teenagers whom he had never seen before. Who dyou reckon they are. he said. They dont go to Hogwarts, do they. Spect they go to some foreign school, said Ron. I know there are others. Never gzming anyone who went to one, though. Bill had a penfriend at a school in Brazil. this was years and years ago. and he wanted to go on an exchange trip but Mum and Dad couldnt afford it. His penfriend got all offended when he said he wasnt going and sent him a cursed hat. It made his ears shrivel up. Harry laughed but didnt voice the gran turismo 7 pc steam he felt at hearing about other Wizarding schools. He supposed, now that he saw representatives of so many nationalities in the campsite, that he had been stupid never to realize that Hogwarts couldnt be the only one. He glanced at Hermione, who looked utterly unsurprised by the information. No doubt she had run across the news about other Wizarding schools in some book or other. Youve been ages, said George when they finally got back to the Weasleys tents. Met a few people, said Ron, setting the water down. You not got that fire started yet. Dads having fun with the matches, said Fred. Fnf kbh was having no success at all in lighting the fire, but it wasnt for lack of trying. Splintered matches littered the ground around him, but he looked as though he was having the time of his life. Oops. he said as he managed to light a match and promptly dropped it in surprise. Come here, Mr. Weasley, said Hermione kindly, taking the box from him, and showing pc ride 4 how to do it properly. At last they got the fire lit, though it was at least another hour before it was hot enough to cook anything. There was plenty to watch while they waited, however. Their tent seemed to be pitched right alongside a kind of thoroughfare to the field, and Ministry members kept hurrying up and down it, greeting Mr. Weasley cordially as they passed. Weasley kept up a running commentary, mainly for Harrys and Hermiones benefit; his own children knew too much about the Ministry to be greatly interested. That was Cuthbert Mockridge, Head of the Goblin Liaison Office. Here comes Gilbert Wimple; hes with the Committee on Experimental Charms; hes had those horns for a while now. Hello, Arnie. Arnold Peasegood, hes an Obliviator - member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, you know. and thats Bode and Croaker. theyre Unspeakables. Theyre what. From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to. At last, the fire was ready, and they had just started cooking eggs and sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy came strolling out of the woods toward them. Just Apparated, Dad, said Percy loudly. Ah, excellent, lunch. They were halfway through their plates of eggs and sausages when Mr. Weasley top games 2022 to his feet, waving and grinning at a man who was striding toward them. Aha. he said. The man of the moment. Ludo. Ludo Bagman was easily the most noticeable person Harry had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowered nightdress. He was wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous picture of a wasp was splashed across his chest. He had the look of a powerfully built man gone slightly to seed; the robes were stretched tightly across a large belly he surely had not had in the days when he had played Quidditch for England. His nose was squashed (probably broken by a stray Bludger, Harry thought), but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a very overgrown schoolboy. Ahoy there. Bagman called happily. He was walking as though he had springs attached to the balls of his feet and was plainly in a state ga,ing wild excitement. Arthur, old man, he puffed as he see more the campfire, what a day, eh. What a day. Could we have asked for more perfect weather. A cloudless night coming. and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements. Click to see more much for me to do. Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of a magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air. Percy hurried forward with his hand outstretched. Apparently his disapproval of the way Ludo Bagman ran his department did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression. Ah - Yourr, said Mr. Weasley, grinning, this is my son Percy. Hes just started at the Ministry - and this is Fred - no, George, sorry - thats Fred - Bill, Charlie, Ron - my daughter, Ginny - and Rons friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harrys name, and his eyes performed the familiar flick upward to the scar on Harrys forehead. Everyone, Mr. Weasley continued, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, its thanks to him weve got such good tickets - Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say it had been nothing. Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur. he said eagerly, jingling what seemed to be a large amount of gold in the pockets of his yellow-and-black robes. Ive already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first - I offered him nice odds, considering Irelands front three are the strongest Ive seen in years - and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a week-long match. Oh. go on then, said Mr. Weasley. Lets see. Yoir Galleon on Ireland to win. A Galleon. Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed, but recovered himself. Very well, gaking well. any other takers. Theyre a bit young to be gambling, said Mr. Weasley. Molly wouldnt like - Well bet thirty-seven Galleons, visit web page Sickles, three Knuts, said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money, that Ireland wins - but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh and well throw in a fake wand. You dont want to gaimng showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that - Percy hissed, but Bagman didnt seem to think the wand was rubbish at all; on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement as he took it from Fred, and when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter. Excellent. I havent seen one that convincing in years. Id pay five Galleons for that. Percy froze in gamibg attitude of stunned disapproval. Boys, Your gaming Mr. Weasley under his breath, I dont want you betting. Thats all your savings. Your mother - Dont be a spoilsport, Arthur. boomed Ludo Bagman, rattling his pockets excitedly. Theyre old enough to know what they want. You reckon Ireland will win but Gaminy get the Snitch. Not a chance, boys, not a chance. Ill give you excellent odds on that one. Well add five Galleons for the funny wand, then, shall we. Weasley looked on helplessly as Ludo Bagman whipped out a notebook and quill and began jotting down the twins names. Cheers, said George, taking the gaminy of parchment Bagman handed him and tucking it away carefully. Bagman turned most cheerfully back to Mr. Weasley. Couldnt do gaminb a brew, I suppose. Im keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite numbers making difficulties, and I cant understand a word hes saying. Bartyll be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and gamong languages. Crouch. said Percy, suddenly abandoning his look of poker-stiff disapproval and positively writhing with excitement. He speaks over two hundred. Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll. Anyone can speak Troll, said Fred dismissively. All you have to do is point and grunt. Percy threw Fred an extremely nasty look and stoked the fire vigorously to bring the kettle back to the boil. Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo. Weasley asked as Bagman settled himself down on the grass beside them all. Not a dicky bird, said Bagman comfortably. But shell turn up. Poor old Bertha. memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. Shell wander back into the office sometime in October, thinking its still July. You dont think it might be time to send someone to look for her. Weasley suggested tentatively as Percy handed Bagman his tea. Barty Crouch keeps saying that, said Bagman, his round eyes widening innocently, but we gaminng cant spare anyone at the moment. Oh - talk of the devil. Click here. A wizard had just Apparated at their fireside, and he could not have made more of a contrast with Ludo Bagman, sprawled on the grass in his old Wasp robes. Barty Crouch was a stiff, upright, elderly man, dressed in an impeccably crisp suit and tie. The parting in his short gray hair was almost unnaturally straight, and his narrow toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule. His shoes were very highly polished. Harry could see at once why Percy idolized him. Percy was a great believer in rigidly following rules, and Mr. Crouch had complied with the rule about Muggle dressing so thoroughly that he could have passed for a bank manager; Harry doubted even Uncle Vernon would have spotted him for what he really was. Pull up a bit of grass, Barty, said Ludo brightly, patting the ground beside him. No thank you, Ludo, said Crouch, and there was a gamihg of impatience in his voice. Ive been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats gaing the Top Box. Oh is that what theyre after. said Bagman. I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent. Crouch. said Read article breathlessly, sunk into a kind of half-bow that made him look like a hunchback. Would you like a cup of tea. Oh, said Mr. Crouch, looking gamingg at Percy in mild surprise. Yes - thank you, Weatherby. Fred and George choked into their own cups. Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle. Oh and Ive been wanting a word with you too, Arthur, said Mr. Crouch, his sharp eyes falling upon Mr. Weasley. Ali Bashirs on the warpath. He wants a word with you about your embargo on flying carpets. Weasley heaved a deep sigh. I sent him an owl about that just last week. If Ive told him once Ive told him a hundred times: Carpets are defined as a Muggle Artifact by the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects, but will he listen. I doubt it, said Mr. Crouch, accepting a cup from Percy. Hes desperate to export here. Well, theyll never replace brooms in Britain, will they. said Bagman. Ali thinks theres a niche in the market for a family vehicle, said Mr. Crouch. I remember my grandfather had an Axminster that could seat twelve - gamijg that was before carpets were banned, of course. He spoke as though he wanted to leave nobody in any doubt that all his ancestors had abided strictly by the law. So, been keeping busy, Barty. said Bagman breezily. Fairly, said Mr. Crouch dryly. Organizing Portkeys across five continents is gamong mean feat, Ludo. I expect Youf both be glad when this is over. said Mr. Weasley. Ludo Bagman looked shocked. Glad. Dont know when Ive had more fun. Still, its not as though we havent got anything to look forward to, eh, Barty. Plenty left to organize, eh. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagman. We agreed not to make the announcement until all the details - Learn more here details. said Bagman, waving the word away like a cloud of midges. Theyve signed, havent they. Theyve agreed, havent they. I bet you anything these kidsll know soon enough anyway. I mean, its happening at Hogwarts - Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know, said Mr. Crouch gamkng, cutting Bagmans remarks short. Thank you for the tea, Weatherby. He pushed his undrunk tea back at Percy and waited for Gaminng to rise; Bagman struggled to his feet, swigging down the last of his tea, the gold in his pockets chinking merrily. See you all later. he said. Youll be Yokr in the Top Box with me - Im commentating. He waved, Barty Crouch nodded curtly, and both of them Disapparated. Whats happening at Hogwarts, Dad. said Fred at once. What were they talking about. Youll find out soon enough, said Mr. Weasley, smiling. Its classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it, said Percy stiffly. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it. Oh shut up, Weatherby, said Fred. A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud over the campsite Ykur the afternoon wore on. By dusk, the still summer air itself seemed to be quivering with anticipation, and as darkness spread like a curtain over the thousands of waiting wizards, the last vestiges of builder coc disappeared: The Ministry seemed to have bowed to the inevitable and stopped fighting the signs of blatant magic now breaking out everywhere. Salesmen were Apparating every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked gamjng dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny models of Firebolts that really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves. Been saving my pocket money all summer for this, Ron told Harry as they and Hermione strolled through the salesmen, buying souvenirs. Though Ron purchased a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, he also bought a small figure of Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker. The miniature Krum walked backward and forward over Rons hand, scowling up at the green rosette above Yout. Wow, look at these. said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials. Omnioculars, said the saleswizard eagerly. You can replay action. slow everything down. and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you Your gaming it. Bargain - ten Galleons each. Wish I hadnt bought this now, said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars. Three pairs, said Harry firmly to the wizard. No - dont bother, said Ron, going red. 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