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Not that I know of, said Mr. Weasley. Yes, its a minute off. Wed better get ready. He looked around at Harry and Hermione. You just need to touch the Portkey, thats all, a finger will do - With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the nine of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory. They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke. It suddenly occurred to Harry how odd this would look if a Muggle were to walk up here now. nine people, two of them grown men, clutching this manky old boot in the semidarkness, waiting. Three. muttered Mr. Weasley, one eye still on his watch, two. one. It happened immediately: Harry felt as though a hook just behind his navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he could feel Ron and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the boot as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then - His feet slammed into the ground; Ron staggered into him and he fell over; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud. Harry looked up. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, though looking very windswept; everybody else was on the ground. Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill, said a voice. H CHAPTER SEVEN BAGMAN AND CROUCH arry disentangled himself from Ron and got to his feet. They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho. Morning, Basil, said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him; Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured football. Hello there, Arthur, said Basil wearily. Not on duty, eh. Its all right for some. Weve been here all night. Youd better get out of the way, weve got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, Ill find your campsite. Weasley. Weasley. He consulted his parchment list. About a quarter of a miles walk over there, first field you come to. Site managers called Mr. Roberts. Diggory. second field. ask for Mr. Payne. Thanks, Basil, said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him. They set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the mist. After about twenty minutes, a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Beyond it, Harry could just make out the ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark wood on the horizon. They said good-bye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door. A man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. Harry knew at a glance that this was the only real Muggle for several acres. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them. Morning. said Mr. Weasley brightly. Morning, said the Muggle. Would you be Mr. Roberts. Aye, I would, said Mr. Roberts. And whore you. Weasley - two tents, booked a couple of days ago. Aye, said Mr. Roberts, consulting ey strategy and list tacked to the door. Youve got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night. Thats it, said Mr. Weasley. Youll be paying now, then. said Mr. Roberts. Ah - right - certainly - said Mr. Weasley. He retreated a short distance from the cottage and beckoned Harry toward him. Help me, Harry, he muttered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to peel the notes apart. This ones a - a - a ten. Ah yes, I see the little number on it now. So this is a five. A twenty, Harry corrected him in an undertone, uncomfortably aware of Mr. Roberts trying to catch every word. Ah yes, so it is. I dont know, these little bits of paper. You foreign. said Mr. Roberts as Mr. Weasley returned with the correct notes. Foreign. repeated Mr. Weasley, puzzled. Youre not the first one whos had trouble with money, said Mr. Roberts, scrutinizing Mr. Weasley closely. I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago. Did you really. said Mr. Weasley nervously. Roberts rummaged around in a tin for some change. Never been this crowded, he said suddenly, looking out over the misty field again. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up. Is that right. said Mr. Weasley, his hand held out for his change, but Mr. Roberts didnt give it to him. Aye, he said thoughtfully. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know. Theres a bloke walking round in a kilt and a poncho. Shouldnt he. said Mr. Weasley anxiously. Its like some sort of. I dunno. like some sort of rally, said Mr. Roberts. They all seem to know each other. Like a big party. At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr. Robertss front door. Obliviate. he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr. Read article. Instantly, Mr. Robertss eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a look of dreamy unconcern fell over his face. Harry recognized the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified. A map of the campsite for you, Mr. Roberts said placidly to Mr. Weasley. And your change. Thanks very much, said Mr. Weasley. The wizard in plus-fours accompanied them toward the gate to the campsite. He looked exhausted: His chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once out of earshot of Mr. Roberts, he muttered to Mr. Weasley, Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagmans not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, Ill be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur. He Disapparated. I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports, said Ginny, looking surprised. He should know better than to talk learn more here Bludgers near Muggles, shouldnt he. He should, said Mr. Weasley, smiling, and leading them through the gates into the campsite, but Ludos always been a bit. well. lax about security. You couldnt wish for a more enthusiastic Head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had. They trudged up the misty Kingdom hearts pc steam between long rows of tents. Most looked almost ordinary; their owners had clearly tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, but had slipped up by adding chimneys, or bellpulls, or weather vanes. However, here and there was a tent so obviously magical that Harry could hardly be surprised that Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious. Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature link, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. A little farther on they passed a tent that had three floors and several turrets; and a short way beyond that was a tent that had a front garden attached, complete with birdbath, sundial, and fountain. Always the same, said Mr. Weasley, smiling. We cant resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us. They had reached the very edge of the wood at the top of the field, and here was an empty space, with a small sign hammered into the ground that read WEEZLY. Couldnt have a better spot. said Mr. Weasley happily. The field is just on the other learn more here of the wood there, were as close as we could be. Click to see more hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. Right, he said excitedly, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when were out in these numbers on Muggle land. Well be putting these tents up by hand. Shouldnt be too difficult. Muggles do it all the time. Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start. Harry had never been camping in his life; the Dursleys had never taken him on any kind of holiday, preferring to leave him with Mrs. Figg, an old neighbor. However, he and Hermione worked out where most of the poles and pegs should go, and though Mr. Weasley was more of a hindrance than a help, because he got thoroughly overexcited when it came to using the mallet, they finally managed to erect a pair of shabby two-man tents. All of them stood back to admire their handiwork. Nobody looking at these tents would guess they belonged to wizards, Harry thought, but the trouble was that once Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived, they would be a party of ten. Hermione seemed to have spotted this problem too; she gave Harry a quizzical look as Mr. Weasley dropped to his hands and knees and entered the first tent. Well be a bit cramped, he called, but I think well all squeeze in. Come and have a look. Harry bent down, ducked under the tent flap, and felt his jaw drop. He had walked into what looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen. Oddly enough, it was furnished in exactly the same sort of style as Mrs. Figgs house: There were crocheted covers on the mismatched chairs and a strong smell of cats. Well, its not for long, said Mr. Weasley, mopping his bald patch with a handkerchief click to see more peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the read more. I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesnt camp much anymore, poor fellow, hes got lumbago. He picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. Well need water. Theres a tap marked on this map the Muggle gave us, said Ron, who had followed Harry inside the tent and seemed completely unimpressed by its extraordinary inner proportions. Its on the other side of the field. Well, why dont you, Harry, and Hermione go and get us some water then - Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and a couple of saucepans - and the rest of launch plan will get some wood for a fire. But weve got an oven, said Ron. Why cant we just - Ron, anti-Muggle security. said Mr. Weasley, his face shining with anticipation. When real Muggles camp, they cook on fires outdoors. Ive seen them at it. After a quick tour of the girls tent, which was slightly smaller than the boys, though without the smell of cats, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off across the campsite with the kettle and saucepans. Now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, they could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. They made their way slowly through the rows, staring Kingdom hearts pc steam around. It was only just dawning on Harry how many witches and wizards there must be in the world; he had never really thought much about those in other countries. Their fellow campers were starting to wake up. First to stir were the families with small children; Harry had never seen witches and wizards this young before. A tiny boy no older than two was crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand and poking happily at a slug in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a salami. As they drew click to see more with him, his mother came hurrying out of the tent. How many times, Kevin. You dont - touch - Daddys - wand - yecchh. She had trodden on the giant slug, which burst. Her scolding carried after them on the still air, mingling with the little boys yells - You bust slug. You bust slug. A short way farther on, they saw two little witches, barely older than Kevin, who were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girls toes to skim the dewy grass. A Ministry wizard had already spotted see more as he hurried past Harry, Ron, and Hermione he muttered distractedly, In broad daylight. Parents having a lie-in, I suppose - Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents and starting to cook breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others were striking matches with dubious looks on their faces, as though sure this couldnt work. Three African wizards sat in serious conversation, all of them wearing long white robes and go here what looked like a rabbit on a bright purple fire, while a group of middle-aged American witches sat gossiping happily beneath a spangled banner stretched between their tents that read: THE SALEM WITCHES INSTITUTE. Harry caught snatches of conversation in strange languages from the inside of tents they passed, and though he couldnt understand a word, the tone of every single voice was excited. Er - is it my eyes, or has everything gone green. 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, oddly 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 Finnigan, 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 click 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 been bedecked with plant life, but each and every one of them had the same poster attached to it, a poster of a very surly face with heavy black eyebrows. The picture was, of 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 the 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 with 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 familiar 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 met anyone who went to one, though.
Said Hermione. Parvati glared at medieval rts. Well, look at it logically, said Hermione, turning to the rest of the group. I mean, Binky didnt even die today, did he. Lavender just got the news today - Lavender wailed loudly - and she cant have been dreading it, because its come as a real shock - Dont mind Hermione, Lavender, said Ron loudly, she doesnt think other peoples pets matter very much. Professor McGonagall opened the classroom door at that moment, which was perhaps lucky; Hermione and Ron were looking daggers at each other, and when they got into class, they seated themselves on either side of Harry and didnt talk to each other for the whole class. Harry still hadnt decided Coc base 13 he was going to say to Professor McGonagall when the bell rang at the end of the lesson, but it was she who brought up the subject of Hogsmeade first. One moment, please. she called as the class made to leave. As youre all in my House, you should hand Hogsmeade permission forms to me before Halloween. No form, no visiting the village, so dont forget. Neville put up his hand. Please, Professor, I - I think Ive lost - Your grandmother sent yours to me directly, Longbottom, said Professor McGonagall. She seemed to think it was safer. Well, thats all, you may leave. Ask her now, Ron hissed at Harry. Oh, but hase Hermione began. Go for it, Harry, said Ron stubbornly. Harry waited for the rest of the class to disappear, then headed nervously for Professor McGonagalls desk. Yes, Potter. Harry took a Coc base 13 breath. Professor, my aunt and uncle - er - forgot to sign my Coc base 13, he said. Professor McGonagall looked over her square spectacles at him but didnt say anything. So - Coc base 13 - dyou think it would be all right - I mean, will it be okay if I - if I go to Hogsmeade. Professor McGonagall looked down and began shuffling papers on her desk. Im afraid not, Potter, she said. You heard what I said. No form, no visiting the village. Thats the rule. But - Professor, my aunt bbase uncle - you know, theyre Muggles, they dont really understand about - about Hogwarts forms and stuff, Harry said, while Ron egged him on with vigorous nods. If you said I could go - But I dont say so, read more Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling th9 base papers neatly into a drawer. The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission. She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity. Im sorry, Potter, but thats my final word. You had better hurry, or youll be late for your next lesson. There was nothing to be done. Ron called Professor McGonagall a lot of names that greatly annoyed Hermione; Hermione assumed an all-for-thebest expression that made Ron even angrier, and Harry had to endure everyone in the class talking loudly and happily about what they were going to do first, once they got into Hogsmeade. Theres always the feast, said Ron, in an effort to cheer Harry Coc base 13. You know, the Halloween feast, in the evening. Yeah, said Harry gloomily, great. The Halloween feast was always good, but it would taste a lot better if he was coming to it after a day in Hogsmeade with everyone else. Nothing anyone said made him feel any better about being left behind. Dean Thomas, who was good with a quill, had offered Cof forge Uncle Vernons signature on the form, but as Harry had already told Professor McGonagall he hadnt had it signed, that was no good. Ron halfheartedly suggested the Invisibility Cloak, but Hermione stamped 133 that one, reminding Ron what Dumbledore had told basw about the dementors being able to see through them. Percy had what were possibly the least helpful words of comfort. They make a fuss about Hogsmeade, but I assure you, Harry, its not all its cracked up to be, he said seriously. All right, the sweetshops bqse good, and Zonkos Joke Shops frankly dangerous, and regret, gametame quite, the Shrieking Shacks always worth a visit, but really, Harry, apart from that, youre not missing Clc. On Halloween morning, Harry awoke with the rest and went down to breakfast, feeling thoroughly depressed, though doing his best to act normally. Well bring you lots of sweets back from Honeydukes, said Hermione, looking desperately sorry for him. Yeah, loads, said Ron. He and Hermione had finally forgotten their squabble about Crookshanks in the face of Harrys disappointment. Dont worry about me, said Harry, in what he hoped was an offhand voice, Ill see you at the feast. Have a good time. He accompanied them to the entrance hall, where Filch, the caretaker, was standing inside the front doors, checking off names against a long list, peering suspiciously into every face, and making sure that no one was sneaking out who shouldnt be going. Staying here, Potter. shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle. Scared of passing the dementors. Harry ignored him and made his solitary way up the marble staircase, through the deserted corridors, and back to Gryffindor Tower. Password. said the Fat Lady, jerking out of a doze. Fortuna Major, said Harry listlessly. The portrait swung open and he climbed through the hole into the common room. It was full of chattering first and second years, and a few Clc students, who had obviously visited Hogsmeade so often the novelty had worn off. Harry. Harry. Hi, Harry. It was Colin Creevey, a second year who was deeply in awe of Harry and never missed an bxse to speak to him. Arent you going to Hogsmeade, Harry. Why CCoc. Hey - Colin looked eagerly civilizations 3 at his friends - you can come and sit with us, if you like, Harry. Er - no, thanks, Colin, said Harry, who wasnt in the mood to have a lot of people staring avidly at the scar on his forehead. I - Ive got to go to the library, Coc base 13 to get some work done. After that, he had no choice but to turn right around and head back out of the portrait hole again. What was the point waking me up. the Fat Lady called grumpily after him as he walked away. Harry wandered dispiritedly toward the library, but halfway there he changed his mind; he didnt feel like working. He turned around and came face-to-face with Filch, who had obviously just seen Cof the last of the Hogsmeade visitors. What are you doing. Filch snarled suspiciously.
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