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　　　〃Well；　it's　not　for　long；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　mopping　his　bald　patch　with　a　handkerchief　and　peering　in　at　the　four　bunk　beds　that　stood　in　the　bedroom。　I　borrowed　this　from　Perkins　at　the　office。　Doesn't　camp　much　anymore；　poor　fellow；　he's　got　lumbago。〃
　　　He　picked　up　the　dusty　kettle　and　peered　inside　it。　〃We'll　need　water。。。
　　　〃There's　a　tap　marked　on　this　map　the　Muggle　gave　us；〃　said　Ron；　who　had　followed　Harry　inside　the　tent　and　seemed　pletely　unimpressed　by　its　extraordinary　inner　proportions。　〃It's　on　the　other　side　of　the　field。〃
　　　〃Well；　why　don't　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　us　will　get　some　wood　for　a　fire？〃
　　　〃But　we've　got　an　oven；〃　said　Ron。　〃Why　can't　we　just…〃
　　　〃Ron；　anti…Muggle　security！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　his　face　shining　with　anticipation。　〃When　real　Muggles　camp；　they　cook　on　fires　outdoors。　I've　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　eagerly　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　level　with　him；　his　mother　came　hurrying　out　of　the　tent。
　　　〃How　many　times；　Kevin？　You　don't…touch…Daddy's…wand…yecchh！　〃
　　　She　had　trodden　on　the　giant　slug；　which　burst。　Her　scolding　carried　after　them　on　the　still　air；　mingling　with　the　little　boy's　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　them；　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　couldn't　work。　Three　African　wizards　sat　in　serious　conversation；　all　of　them　wearing　long　white　robes　and　roasting　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　couldn't　understand　a　word；　the　tone　of　every　single　voice　was　excited。
　　　〃Er…is　it　my　eyes；　or　has　everything　gone　green？〃　said　Ron。
　　　It　wasn't　just　Ron's　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　Ministry's　not　too　happy。〃
　　　〃Ah；　why　shouldn't　we　show　our　colors？〃　said　Mrs。　Finnigan。　〃You　should　see　what　the　Bulgarians　have　got　dangling　all　over　their　tents。　You'll　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　we'd　say　anything　else　surrounded　by　that　lot。〃　I　wonder　what　the　Bulgarians　have　got　dangling　all　over　their　tents？〃　said　Hermione。
　　　〃Let's　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？　He's　unbelievable。　He's　really　young　too。　Only　just　eighteen　or　something。　He's　a　genius；　you　wait　until　tonight；　you'll　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；　there's　a　good　chap。　You　can't　walk　around　like　that；　the　Muggle　at　the　gate's　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。
　　　〃I'm　not　putting　them　on；〃　said　old　Archie　in　indignation。　〃I　like　a　healthy　breeze　'round　my　privates；　thanks。〃
　　　Hermione　was　overe　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　Harry's　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　d'you　reckon　they　are？〃　he　said。　〃They　don't　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。　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　couldn't　afford　it。　His　penfriend　got　all　offended　when　he　said　he　wasn't　going　and　sent　him　a　cursed　hat。　It　made　his　ears　shrivel　up。〃
　　　Harry　laughed　but　didn't　voice　the　amazement　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　couldn't　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。
　　　〃You've　been　ages；〃　said　George　when　they　finally　got　back　to　the　Weasleys'　tents。
　　　〃Met　a　few　people；〃　said　Ron；　setting　the　water　down。　〃You've　not　got　that　fire　started　yet？〃
　　　〃Dad's　having　fun　with　the　matches；〃　said　Fred。
　　　Mr。　Weasley　was　having　no　success　at　all　in　lighting　the　fire；　but　it　wasn't　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。
　　　〃e　here；　Mr。　Weasley；〃　said　Hermione　kindly；　taking　the　box　from　him；　and　showing　him　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。　Mr。　Weasley　kept　up　a　running　mentary；　mainly　for　Harry's　and　Hermione's　benefit；　his　own　children　knew　too　much　about　the　Ministry　to