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A
third
young
wizard
,
whose
pimples
were
visible
even
by
the
dim
,
silvery
light
of
the
veela
,
now
cut
in
,
"
I
'm
about
to
become
the
youngest
ever
Minister
of
Magic
,
I
am
.
"
Harry
snorted
with
laughter
.
He
recognized
the
pimply
wizard
:
His
name
was
Stan
Shunpike
,
and
he
was
in
fact
a
conductor
on
the
triple-decker
Knight
Bus
.
He
turned
to
tell
Ron
this
,
but
Ron
's
face
had
gone
oddly
slack
,
and
next
second
Ron
was
yelling
,
"
Did
I
tell
you
I
've
invented
a
broomstick
that
'll
reach
Jupiter
?
"
"
Honestly
!
"
said
Hermione
,
and
she
and
Harry
grabbed
Ron
firmly
by
the
arms
,
wheeled
him
around
,
and
marched
him
away
.
By
the
time
the
sounds
of
the
veela
and
their
admirers
had
faded
completely
,
they
were
in
the
very
heart
of
the
wood
.
They
seemed
to
be
alone
now
;
everything
was
much
quieter
.
Harry
looked
around
.
"
I
reckon
we
can
just
wait
here
,
you
know
.
We
'll
hear
anyone
coming
a
mile
off
.
"
The
words
were
hardly
out
of
his
mouth
,
when
Ludo
Bagman
emerged
from
behind
a
tree
right
ahead
of
them
.
Even
by
the
feeble
light
of
the
two
wands
,
Harry
could
see
that
a
great
change
had
come
over
Bagman
.
He
no
longer
looked
buoyant
and
rosy-faced
;
there
was
no
more
spring
in
his
step
.
He
looked
very
white
and
strained
.
"
Who
's
that
?
"
he
said
,
blinking
down
at
them
,
trying
to
make
out
their
faces
.
"
What
are
you
doing
in
here
,
all
alone
?
"
They
looked
at
one
another
,
surprised
.
"
Well
-
there
's
a
sort
of
riot
going
on
,
"
said
Ron
.
