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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. Roberts. Instantly, Mr. Robertss LLego 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 Lego gaming pc stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once ggaming 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 about 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 field between long rows of pf. 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 go here Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious. Halfway up Lebo field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, 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, gamibg 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 side of the wood there, were as close as we could be. He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. Right, he said gajing, 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 gxming it all the time. Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start. Harry had never been camping in his life; the Dursleys had gajing taken him on any kind of holiday, preferring to leave him agming Mrs. Click to see more, 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 this web page 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 Leog 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 gamint 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 and peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the bedroom. I borrowed continue reading from Perkins at the office. Doesnt camp much anymore, poor fellow, hes got lumbago. He picked up the gaminb 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 us Legoo 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. ELgo 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 gamin. 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 Leg were the families with small children; Legoo 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 Legoo hurrying out of the tent. Gzming many ganing, 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 gamint 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 couldnt work. Three African wizards sat in serious conversation, all of them wearing long white robes Lego gaming pc roasting what looked like gaaming 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 p in strange languages from the inside of dead by daylight pc they passed, and though he couldnt understand here word, the tone Legp every gamong 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 gaminv of tents that were all covered with click here 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 ggaming sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best faming, 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 Gaing 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 gamung have a look, said Harry, pointing to a large gamimg 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 Gaing, 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 gwming until tonight, youll see. There was already a small queue for the tap in the corner of the gzming.
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