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Krum
grunted
.
"
Vot
,
"
he
said
,
draining
his
goblet
and
getting
to
his
feet
again
,
"
is
the
point
of
being
an
international
Quidditch
player
if
all
the
good-looking
girls
are
taken
?
"
And
he
strode
off
,
leaving
Harry
to
take
a
sandwich
from
a
passing
waiter
and
make
his
way
around
the
edge
of
the
crowded
dance
floor
.
He
wanted
to
find
Ron
,
to
tell
him
about
Gregorovitch
,
but
Ron
was
dancing
with
Hermione
out
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
.
Harry
leaned
up
against
one
of
the
golden
pillars
and
watched
Ginny
,
who
was
now
dancing
with
Fred
and
George
's
friend
Lee
Jordan
,
trying
not
to
feel
resentful
about
the
promise
he
had
given
Ron
.
He
had
never
been
to
a
wedding
before
,
so
he
could
not
judge
how
Wizarding
celebrations
differed
from
Muggle
ones
,
though
he
was
pretty
sure
that
the
latter
would
not
involve
a
wedding
cake
topped
with
two
model
phoenixes
that
took
flight
when
the
cake
was
cut
,
or
bottles
of
champagne
that
floated
unsupported
through
the
crowd
.
As
evening
drew
in
,
and
moths
began
to
swoop
under
the
canopy
,
now
lit
with
floating
golden
lanterns
,
the
revelry
became
more
and
more
uncontained
.
Fred
and
George
had
long
since
disappeared
into
the
darkness
with
a
pair
of
Fleur
's
cousins
;
Charlie
,
Hagrid
,
and
a
squat
wizard
in
a
purple
porkpie
hat
were
singing
"
Odo
the
Hero
"
in
a
corner
.
Wandering
through
the
crowd
so
as
to
escape
a
drunken
uncle
of
Ron
's
who
seemed
unsure
whether
or
not
Harry
was
his
son
,
Harry
spotted
an
old
wizard
sitting
alone
at
a
table
.
His
cloud
of
white
hair
made
him
look
rather
like
an
aged
dandelion
clock
and
was
topped
by
a
moth-eaten
fez
.
He
was
vaguely
familiar
:
Racking
his
brains
,
Harry
suddenly
realized
that
this
was
Elphias
Doge
,
member
of
the
Order
of
the
Phoenix
and
the
writer
of
Dumbledore
's
obituary
.
Harry
approached
him
.
"
May
I
sit
down
?
"
"
Of
course
,
of
course
,
"
said
Doge
;
he
had
a
rather
high-pitched
,
wheezy
voice
.
Harry
leaned
in
.
