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"
No
,
the
Lovegoods
have
been
there
for
a
week
already
and
the
Fawcetts
could
n't
get
tickets
,
"
said
Mr
Diggory
.
"
There
are
n't
any
more
of
us
in
this
area
,
are
there
?
"
"
Not
that
I
know
of
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
Yes
,
it
's
a
minute
off
...
We
'd
better
get
ready
...
.
"
He
looked
around
at
Harry
and
Hermione
.
"
You
just
need
to
touch
the
Portkey
,
that
's
all
,
a
finger
will
do
-
"
With
difficulty
,
owing
to
their
bulky
backpacks
,
the
nine
of
them
crowded
around
the
old
boot
held
out
by
Amos
Diggory
.
They
all
stood
there
,
in
a
tight
circle
,
as
a
chill
breeze
swept
over
the
hilltop
.
Nobody
spoke
.
It
suddenly
occurred
to
Harry
how
odd
this
would
look
if
a
Muggle
were
to
walk
up
here
now
...
nine
people
,
two
of
them
grown
men
,
clutching
this
manky
old
boot
in
the
semidarkness
,
waiting
...
.
"
Three
...
"
muttered
Mr.
Weasley
,
one
eye
still
on
his
watch
,
two
...
one
...
"
It
happened
immediately
:
Harry
felt
as
though
a
hook
just
behind
his
navel
had
been
suddenly
jerked
irresistibly
forward
.
His
feet
left
the
ground
;
he
could
feel
Ron
and
Hermione
on
either
side
of
him
,
their
shoulders
banging
into
his
;
they
were
all
speeding
forward
in
a
howl
of
wind
and
swirling
color
;
his
forefinger
was
stuck
to
the
boot
as
though
it
was
pulling
him
magnetically
onward
and
then
-
His
feet
slammed
into
the
ground
;
Ron
staggered
into
him
and
he
fell
over
;
the
Portkey
hit
the
ground
near
his
head
with
a
heavy
thud
.
