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Harry
looked
up
.
Mr.
Weasley
,
Mr.
Diggory
,
and
Cedric
were
still
standing
,
though
looking
very
windswept
;
everybody
else
was
on
the
ground
.
"
Seven
past
five
from
Stoatshead
Hill
,
"
said
a
voice
.
Harry
disentangled
himself
from
Ron
and
got
to
his
feet
.
They
had
arrived
on
what
appeared
to
be
a
deserted
stretch
of
misty
moor
.
In
front
of
them
was
a
pair
of
tired
and
grumpy-looking
wizards
,
one
of
whom
was
holding
a
large
gold
watch
,
the
other
a
thick
roll
of
parchment
and
a
quill
.
Both
were
dressed
as
Muggles
,
though
very
inexpertly
:
The
man
with
the
watch
wore
a
tweed
suit
with
thigh-length
galoshes
;
his
colleague
,
a
kilt
and
a
poncho
.
"
Morning
,
Basil
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
picking
up
the
boot
and
handing
it
to
the
kilted
wizard
,
who
threw
it
into
a
large
box
of
used
Portkeys
beside
him
;
Harry
could
see
an
old
newspaper
,
an
empty
drinks
can
,
and
a
punctured
football
.
"
Hello
there
,
Arthur
,
"
said
Basil
wearily
.
"
Not
on
duty
,
eh
?
It
's
all
right
for
some
...
.
We
've
been
here
all
night
...
.
You
'd
better
get
out
of
the
way
,
we
've
got
a
big
party
coming
in
from
the
Black
Forest
at
five
fifteen
.
Hang
on
,
I
'll
find
your
campsite
...
.
Weasley
...
Weasley
...
.
"
He
consulted
his
parchment
list
.
"
About
a
quarter
of
a
mile
's
walk
over
there
,
first
field
you
come
to
.
Site
manager
's
called
Mr.
Roberts
.
Diggory
...
second
field
...
ask
for
Mr.
Payne
.
"
"
Thanks
,
Basil
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
and
he
beckoned
everyone
to
follow
him
.
They
set
off
across
the
deserted
moor
,
unable
to
make
out
much
through
the
mist
.
After
about
twenty
minutes
,
a
small
stone
cottage
next
to
a
gate
swam
into
view
.
Beyond
it
,
Harry
could
just
make
out
the
ghostly
shapes
of
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
tents
,
rising
up
the
gentle
slope
of
a
large
field
toward
a
dark
wood
on
the
horizon
.
They
said
good-bye
to
the
Diggory
's
and
approached
the
cottage
door
.
A
man
was
standing
in
the
doorway
,
looking
out
at
the
tents
.
Harry
knew
at
a
glance
that
this
was
the
only
real
Muggle
for
several
acres
.
When
he
heard
their
footsteps
,
he
turned
his
head
to
look
at
them
.
"
Morning
!
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
brightly
.
