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Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington, shook his head in disgust. We cant have a Slytherin champion. And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory, said Seamus contemptuously. But I wouldnt have thought hed have wanted to risk his good looks. Listen. said Hermione suddenly. People were cheering out in the entrance hall. They all swiveled around in their seats and saw Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed sort of way. A tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina came over to them, sat down, and said, Well, Ive done it. Just put my name in. Youre stesm. said Ron, looking impressed. Are you seventeen, then. asked Harry. Course she is, cant see a beard, can you. said Ron. I had my birthday last week, stdam Angelina. Well, Im glad someone from Gryffindors entering, said Hermione. I really hope you get it, Angelina. Thanks, Hermione, said Angelina, smiling at her. Yeah, better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory, said Seamus, causing several Hufflepuffs passing their table to scowl heavily Ff7 steam him. Whatre we going to do today, then. Ron asked Harry and Hermione when they had finished breakfast and were leaving the Great Hall. We havent been down to visit Hagrid yet, said Harry. Fd7, said Ron, just as long as he doesnt ask us to donate a few fingers to the skrewts. A look of great excitement suddenly dawned on Hermiones face. Ive just realized - I havent asked Hagrid to join S. yet. she said steak. Wait for me, seam you, while I nip upstairs and get the badges. What is it with her. said Ron, exasperated, as Hermione ran stsam up the marble staircase. Hey, Ron, said Harry suddenly. Its your friend. The students from Beauxbatons were coming through the more info doors from the grounds, among them, the veela-girl. Those gathered around the Goblet of Fire stood back to let them pass, watching eagerly. Madame Maxime entered the hall behind her students and organized them into a line. One by one, the Beauxbatons students stepped across the Age Line and dropped their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames. As each name entered the fire, it turned briefly red and emitted sparks. What dyou reckonll happen to the ones who arent chosen. Ron Ff7 steam to Harry as the veela-girl dropped her parchment into the Stesm of Fire. Fff7 theyll go back to stean, or hang around to sgeam the tournament. Steqm, said Harry. Hang around, I suppose. Madame Maximes staying to judge, isnt she. When all the Beauxbatons students had submitted their names, Madame Maxime led them back out staem the hall and out onto the grounds again. Where are they sleeping, then. said Ron, moving toward the front doors and Fg7 after them. A loud rattling noise behind them announced Hermiones reappearance with the box of S. badges. Oh good, Ff7 steam up, said Ron, and he jumped down the stone steps, keeping his eyes on the back of the veela-girl, who was now halfway across the lawn with Madame Maxime. As they neared Hagrids cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the mystery of the Beauxbatons sleeping quarters was solved. The gigantic powder-blue carriage in which they had arrived had been parked two hundred yards from Hagrids front door, and the students were climbing back inside it. The elephantine flying horses that had pulled the carriage were now grazing in a makeshift paddock alongside it. Harry knocked on Hagrids door, and Fangs booming barks answered instantly. Bout time. said Hagrid, when hed flung open the door. Thought you lotd forgotten where I live. Weve been really busy, Hag - Hermione started to say, but then she stopped dead, looking up at Hagrid, apparently lost for words. Hagrid was wearing his best (and very horrible) hairy brown suit, plus a checked yellow-and-orange tie. This wasnt the worst of it, though; he had evidently tried to tame his hair, using large quantities of what appeared to be axle wteam. It was now slicked article source into two bunches - perhaps he had tried a ponytail like Bills, but found he had too much hair. The look didnt really suit Hagrid at all. For a moment, Hermione goggled at him, then, obviously deciding not to comment, she said, Erm - where are the skrewts.
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