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The
walls
of
the
Hall
had
all
been
covered
in
sparkling
silver
frost
,
with
hundreds
of
garlands
of
mistletoe
and
ivy
crossing
the
starry
black
ceiling
.
The
House
tables
had
vanished
;
instead
,
there
were
about
a
hundred
smaller
,
lantern-lit
ones
,
each
seating
about
a
dozen
people
.
Harry
concentrated
on
not
tripping
over
his
feet
.
Parvati
seemed
to
be
enjoying
herself
;
she
was
beaming
around
at
everybody
,
steering
Harry
so
forcefully
that
he
felt
as
though
he
were
a
show
dog
she
was
putting
through
its
paces
.
He
caught
sight
of
Ron
and
Padma
as
he
neared
the
top
table
.
Ron
was
watching
Hermione
pass
with
narrowed
eyes
.
Padma
was
looking
sulky
.
Dumbledore
smiled
happily
as
the
champions
approached
the
top
table
,
but
Karkaroff
wore
an
expression
remarkably
like
Ron
's
as
he
watched
Krum
and
Hermione
draw
nearer
.
Ludo
Bagman
,
tonight
in
robes
of
bright
purple
with
large
yellow
stars
,
was
clapping
as
enthusiastically
as
any
of
the
students
;
and
Madame
Maxime
,
who
had
changed
her
usual
uniform
of
black
satin
for
a
flowing
gown
of
lavender
silk
,
was
applauding
them
politely
.
But
Mr.
Crouch
,
Harry
suddenly
realized
,
was
not
there
.
The
fifth
seat
at
the
table
was
occupied
by
Percy
Weasley
.
When
the
champions
and
their
partners
reached
the
table
,
Percy
drew
out
the
empty
chair
beside
him
,
staring
pointedly
at
Harry
.
Harry
took
the
hint
and
sat
down
next
to
Percy
,
who
was
wearing
brand-new
,
navy-blue
dress
robes
and
an
expression
of
such
smugness
that
Harry
thought
it
ought
to
be
fined
.
"
I
've
been
promoted
,
"
Percy
said
before
Harry
could
even
ask
,
and
from
his
tone
,
he
might
have
been
announcing
his
election
as
supreme
ruler
of
the
universe
.
"
I
'm
now
Mr.
Crouch
's
personal
assistant
,
and
I
'm
here
representing
him
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
he
come
?
"
Harry
asked
.
He
was
n't
looking
forward
to
being
lectured
on
cauldron
bottoms
all
through
dinner
.
"
I
'm
afraid
to
say
Mr.
Crouch
is
n't
well
,
not
well
at
all
.
Has
n't
been
right
since
the
World
Cup
.
Hardly
surprising
-
overwork
.
He
's
not
as
young
as
he
was
-
though
still
quite
brilliant
,
of
course
,
the
mind
remains
as
great
as
it
ever
was
.
But
the
World
Cup
was
a
fiasco
for
the
whole
Ministry
,
and
then
,
Mr.
Crouch
suffered
a
huge
personal
shock
with
the
misbehavior
of
that
house-elf
of
his
,
Blinky
,
or
whatever
she
was
called
.
Naturally
,
he
dismissed
her
immediately
afterward
,
but
-
well
,
as
I
say
,
he
's
getting
on
,
he
needs
looking
after
,
and
I
think
he
's
found
a
definite
drop
in
his
home
comforts
since
she
left
.
And
then
we
had
the
tournament
to
arrange
,
and
the
aftermath
of
the
Cup
to
deal
with
-
that
revolting
Skeeter
woman
buzzing
around
-
no
,
poor
man
,
he
's
having
a
well
earned
,
quiet
Christmas
.
I
'm
just
glad
he
knew
he
had
someone
he
could
rely
upon
to
take
his
place
.
"
Harry
wanted
very
much
to
ask
whether
Mr.
Crouch
had
stopped
calling
Percy
"
Weatherby
"
yet
,
but
resisted
the
temptation
.
There
was
no
food
as
yet
on
the
glittering
golden
plates
,
but
small
menus
were
lying
in
front
of
each
of
them
.
Harry
picked
his
up
uncertainly
and
looked
around
-
there
were
no
waiters
.
Dumbledore
,
however
,
looked
carefully
down
at
his
own
menu
,
then
said
very
clearly
to
his
plate
,
"
Pork
chops
!
"
