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　　　There　were　footsteps　down　the　passageway　and　Hermione　and　Ginny　came　into　the　kitchen；　both　looking　pale　and　drowsy。
　　　〃Why　do　we　have　to　be　up　so　early？〃　Ginny　said；　rubbing　her　eyes　and　sitting　down　at　the　table。
　　　〃We've　got　a　bit　of　a　walk；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。
　　　〃Walk？〃　said　Harry。　〃What；　are　we　walking　to　the　World　Cup？〃
　　　〃No；　no；　that's　miles　away；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling。　〃We　only　need　to　walk　a　short　way。　It's　just　that　it's　very　difficult　for　a　large　number　of　wizards　to　congregate　without　attracting　Muggle　attention。　We　have　to　be　very　careful　about　how　we　travel　at　the　best　of　times；　and　on　a　huge　occasion　like　the　Quidditch　World　Cup。。。〃
　　　〃George！〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley　sharply；　and　they　all　jumped。
　　　〃What？〃　said　George；　in　an　innocent　tone　that　deceived　nobody。
　　　〃What　is　that　in　your　pocket？〃
　　　〃Nothing！〃
　　　〃Don't　you　lie　to　me！〃
　　　Mrs。　Weasley　pointed　her　wand　at　George's　pocket　and　said；　〃Accio！〃
　　　Several　small；　brightly　colored　objects　zoomed　out　of　George's　pocket；　he　made　a　grab　for　them　but　missed；　and　they　sped　right　into　Mrs。　Weasley's　outstretched　hand。
　　　〃We　told　you　to　destroy　them！〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley　furiously；　holding　up　what　were　unmistakably　more　Ton…Tongue　Toffees。　〃We　told　you　to　get　rid　of　the　lot！　Empty　your　pockets；　go　on；　both　of　you！〃
　　　It　was　an　unpleasant　scene；　the　twins　had　evidently　been　trying　to　smuggle　as　many　toffees　out　of　the　house　as　possible；　and　it　was　only　by　using　her　Summoning　Charm　that　Mrs。　Weasley　managed　to　find　them　all。
　　　〃Accio！　Accio！　Accio！〃　she　shouted；　and　toffees　zoomed　from　all　sorts　of　unlikely　places；　including　the　lining　of　George's　jacket　and　the　turn…ups　of　Fred's　jeans。
　　　〃We　spent　six　months　developing　those！〃　Fred　shouted　at　his　mother　as　she　threw　the　toffees　away。
　　　〃Oh　a　fine　way　to　spend　six　months！〃　she　shrieked。　〃No　wonder　you　didn't　get　more　O。　W。　L。　s！〃
　　　All　in　all；　the　atmosphere　was　not　very　friendly　as　they　took　their　departure。　Mrs。　Weasley　was　still　glowering　as　she　kissed　Mr。　Weasley　on　the　cheek；　though　not　nearly　as　much　as　the　twins；　who　had　each　hoisted　their　rucksacks　onto　their　backs　and　walked　out　without　a　word　to　her。
　　　〃Well；　have　a　lovely　time；〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley；　〃and　behave　yourselves；〃　she　called　after　the　twins'　retreating　backs；　but　they　did　not　look　back　or　answer。　〃I'll　send　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　along　around　midday；〃　Mrs。　Weasley　said　to　Mr。　Weasley；　as　he；　Harry；　Ron；　Hermione；　and　Ginny　set　off　across　the　dark　yard　after　Fred　and　George。
　　　It　was　chilly　and　the　moon　was　still　out。　Only　a　dull；　greenish　tinge　along　the　horizon　to　their　right　showed　that　daybreak　was　drawing　closer。　Harry；　having　been　thinking　about　thousands　of　wizards　speeding　toward　the　Quidditch　World　Cup；　sped　up　to　walk　with　Mr。　Weasley。
　　　〃So　how　does　everyone　get　there　without　all　the　Muggles　noticing？〃　he　asked。
　　　〃It's　been　a　massive　organizational　problem；〃　sighed　Mr。　Weasley。　〃The　trouble　is；　about　a　hundred　thousand　wizards　turn　up　at　the　World　Cup；　and　of　course；　we　just　haven't　got　a　magical　site　big　enough　to　acmodate　them　all。　There　are　places　Muggles　can't　penetrate；　but　imagine　trying　to　pack　a　hundred　thousand　wizards　into　Diagon　Alley　or　platform　nine　and　three…quarters。　So　we　had　to　find　a　nice　deserted　moor；　and　set　up　as　many　anti…Muggle　precautions　as　possible。　The　whole　Ministry's　been　working　on　it　for　months。　First；　of　course；　we　have　to　stagger　the　arrivals。　People　with　cheaper　tickets　have　to　arrive　two　weeks　beforehand。　A　limited　number　use　Muggle　transport；　but　we　can't　have　too　many　clogging　up　their　buses　and　trains…remember；　wizards　are　ing　from　all　over　the　world。　Some　Apparate；　of　course；　but　we　have　to　set　up　safe　points　for　them　to　appear；　well　away　from　Muggles。　I　believe　there's　a　handy　wood　they're　using　as　the　Apparition　point。　For　those　who　don't　want　to　Apparate；　or　can't；　we　use　Portkeys。　They're　objects　that　are　used　to　transport　wizards　from　one　spot　to　another　at　a　prearranged　time。　You　can　do　large　groups　at　a　time　if　you　need　to。　There　have　been　two　hundred　Portkeys　placed　at　strategic　points　around　Britain；　and　the　nearest　one　to　us　is　up　at　the　top　of　Stoatshead　Hill；　so　that's　where　we're　headed。〃
　　　Mr。　Weasley　pointed　ahead　of　them；　where　a　large　black　mass　rose　beyond　the　village　of　Ottery　St。　Catchpole。
　　　〃What　sort　of　objects　are　Portkeys？〃　said　Harry　curiously。
　　　〃Well；　they　can　be　anything；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃Unobtrusive　things；　obviously；　so　Muggles　don't　go　picking　them　up　and　playing　with　them　。。。stuff　they'll　just　think　is　litter。。。〃
　　　They　trudged　down　the　dark；　dank　lane　toward　the　village；　the　silence　broken　only　by　their　footsteps。　The　sky　lightened　very　slowly　as　they　made　their　way　through　the　village；　its　inky　blackness　diluting　to　deepest　blue。　Harry's　hands　and　feet　were　freezing。　Mr。　Weasley　kept　checking　his　watch。
　　　They　didn't　have　breath　to　spare　for　talking　as　they　began　to　climb　Stoatshead　Hill；　stumbling　occasionally　in　hidden　rabbit　holes；　slipping　on　thick　black　tuffets　of　grass。　Each　breath　Harry　took　was　sharp　in　his　chest　and　his　legs　were　starting　to　seize　up　when；　at　last；　his　feet　found　level　ground。
　　　〃Whew；〃　panted　Mr。　Weasley；　taking　off　his　glasses　and　wiping　them　on　his　sweater。　〃Well；　we've　made　good　time…we've　got　ten　minutes。〃
　　　Hermione　came　over　the　crest　of　the　hill　last；　clutching　a　stitch　in　her　side。
　　　〃Now　we　just　need　the　Portkey；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　replacing　his　glasses　and　squinting　around　at　the　ground。　〃It　won't　be　big。。。　e　on。。。〃
　　　They　spread　out；　searching。　They　had　only　been　at　it　for　a　couple　of　minutes；　however；　when　a　shout　rent　the　still　air。
　　　〃Over　here；　Arthur！　Over　here；　son；　we've　got　it。〃
　　　Two　tall　figures　were　silhouetted　against　the　starry　sky　on　the　other　side　of　the　hilltop。
　　　〃Amos！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling　as　he　strode　over　to　the　man　who　had　shouted。　The　rest　of　them　followed。
　　　Mr。　Weasley　was　shaking　hands　with　a　ruddy…faced　wizard　with　a　scrubby　brown　beard；　who　was　holding　a　moldy…looking　old　boot　in　his　other　hand。
　　　〃This　is　Amos　Diggory；　everyone；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃He　works　for　the　Department　for　the　Regulation　and　Control　of　Magical　Creatures。　And　I　think　you　know　his　son；　Cedric？〃
　　　Cedric　Diggory　was　an　extremely　handsome　boy　of　around　seventeen。　He　was　Captain　and　Seeker　of　the　Hufflepuff　House　Quidditch　team　at　Hogwarts。
　　　〃Hi；〃　said　Cedric；　looking　around　at　them　all。
　　　Everybody　said　hi　back　except　Fred　and　George；　who　merely　nodded。　They　had　never　quite　forgiven　Cedric　for　beating　their　team；　Gryffindor；　in　the　first　Quidditch　match　of　the　previous　year。
　　　〃Long　walk；　Arthur？〃　Cedric's　father　asked。　〃Not　too　bad；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃We　live　just　on　the　other　side　of　the　village　there。　You？〃
　　　〃Had　to　get　up　at　two；　didn't　we；　Ced？　I　tell　you；　I'll　be　glad　when　he's　got　his　Apparition　test。　Still　。。。not　plaining　。。。Quidditch　World　Cup；　wouldn't　miss　it　for　a　sackful　of　Galleons…and　the　tickets　cost　about　that。　Mind　you；　looks　like　I　got　off　easy。。。〃　Amos　Diggory　peered　good…naturedly　around　at　the　three　Weasley　boys；　Harry；　Hermione；　and　Ginny。　〃All　these　yours；　Arthur？〃
　　　〃Oh　no；　only　the　redheads；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　pointing　out　his　children。　〃This　is　Hermione；　friend　of　Ron's…and　Harry；　another　friend…〃
　　　〃Merlin's　beard；〃　said　Amos　Diggory；　his　eyes　widening。　〃Harry？　Harry　Potter？〃
　　　〃Er…yeah；〃　said　Harry。
　　　Harry　was　used　to　people　looking　curiously　at　him　when　they　met　him；　used　to　the　way　their　eyes　moved　at　once　to　the　lightning　scar　on　his　forehead；　but　it　always　made　him　feel　unfortable。
　　　〃Ced's　talked　about　you；　of　course；〃　said　Amos　Diggory。　〃Told　us　all　about　playing　against　you　last　year。。。　I　said　to　him；　I　said…Ced；　that'll　be　something　to　tell　your　grandchildren；　that　will。。。　You　beat　Harry　Potter！〃
　　　Harry　couldn't　think　of　any　reply　to　this；　so　he　remained　silent。　Fred　and　George　were　both　scowling　again。　Cedric　looked　slightly　embarrassed。
　　　〃Harry　fell　off　his　broom；　Dad；〃　he　muttered。　I　told　you　。。。it　was　an　accident。。。〃
　　　〃Yes；　but　you　didn't　fall　off；　did　you？〃　roared　Amos　genially；　slapping　his　son　on　his　back。　〃Always　modest；　our　Ced；　always　the　gentleman　。。。but　the　best　man　won；　I'm　sure　Harry'd　say　the　same；　wouldn't　you；　eh？　One　falls　off　his　broom；　one　stays　on；　you　don't　need　to　be　a　genius　to　tell　which　one's　the　better　flier！〃
　　　〃Must　be　nearly　time；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　quickly；　pulling　out　his　watch　again。　〃Do　you　know　whether　we're　waiting　for　any　more；　Amos？〃
　　　〃No；　the　Lovegoods　have　been　there　for　a　week　already　and　the　Fawcetts　couldn't　get　tickets；〃　said　Mr。　Diggory。　〃There　aren't　any　more　of　us　in　this　area；　are　there？〃
　　　〃Not　that　I　know　of；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。　〃Yes；　it's　a　minute　off　。。。We'd　better　get　ready。。。〃
　　　He　looked　around　at　Harry　and　Hermione。
　　　〃You　just　need　to　touch　the　Portkey；　that's　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　me