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"
What
is
it
,
a
lifetime
's
supply
of
Gurdyroots
?
"
asked
Ron
.
Hermione
aimed
a
kick
at
him
under
the
table
,
but
caught
Harry
instead
.
Eyes
watering
in
pain
,
Harry
lost
track
of
the
conversation
for
a
few
moments
.
The
band
had
begun
to
play
.
Bill
and
Fleur
took
to
the
dance
floor
first
,
to
great
applause
;
after
a
while
,
Mr.
Weasley
led
Madame
Delacour
onto
the
floor
,
followed
by
Mrs.
Weasley
and
Fleur
's
father
.
"
I
like
this
song
,
"
said
Luna
,
swaying
in
time
to
the
waltzlike
tune
,
and
a
few
seconds
later
she
stood
up
and
glided
onto
the
dance
floor
,
where
she
revolved
on
the
spot
,
quite
alone
,
eyes
closed
and
waving
her
arms
.
"
She
's
great
,
is
n't
she
?
"
said
Ron
admiringly
.
"
Always
good
value
.
"
But
the
smile
vanished
from
his
face
at
once
:
Viktor
Krum
had
dropped
into
Luna
's
vacant
seat
.
Hermione
looked
pleasurably
flustered
,
but
this
time
Krum
had
not
come
to
compliment
her
.
With
a
scowl
on
his
face
he
said
,
"
Who
is
that
man
in
the
yellow
?
"
"
That
's
Xenophilius
Lovegood
,
he
's
the
father
of
a
friend
of
ours
,
"
said
Ron
.
His
pugnacious
tone
indicated
that
they
were
not
about
to
laugh
at
Xenophilius
,
despite
the
clear
provocation
.
"
Come
and
dance
,
"
he
added
abruptly
to
Hermione
.
She
looked
taken
aback
,
but
pleased
too
,
and
got
up
.
They
vanished
together
into
the
growing
throng
on
the
dance
floor
.
"
Ah
,
they
are
together
now
?
"
asked
Krum
,
momentarily
distracted
.
