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"
He
should
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
smiling
,
and
leading
them
through
the
gates
into
the
campsite
,
"
but
Ludo
's
always
been
a
bit
...
well
...
lax
about
security
.
You
could
n't
wish
for
a
more
enthusiastic
head
of
the
sports
department
though
.
He
played
Quidditch
for
England
himself
,
you
know
.
And
he
was
the
best
Beater
the
Wimbourne
Wasps
ever
had
.
"
They
trudged
up
the
misty
field
between
long
rows
of
tents
.
Most
looked
almost
ordinary
;
their
owners
had
clearly
tried
to
make
them
as
Muggle-like
as
possible
,
but
had
slipped
up
by
adding
chimneys
,
or
bellpulls
,
or
weather
vanes
.
However
,
here
and
there
was
a
tent
so
obviously
magical
that
Harry
could
hardly
be
surprised
that
Mr.
Roberts
was
getting
suspicious
.
Halfway
up
the
field
stood
an
extravagant
confection
of
striped
silk
like
a
miniature
palace
,
with
several
live
peacocks
tethered
at
the
entrance
.
A
little
farther
on
they
passed
a
tent
that
had
three
floors
and
several
turrets
;
and
a
short
way
beyond
that
was
a
tent
that
had
a
front
garden
attached
,
complete
with
birdbath
,
sundial
,
and
fountain
.
"
Always
the
same
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
smiling
.
"
We
ca
n't
resist
showing
off
when
we
get
together
.
Ah
,
here
we
are
,
look
,
this
is
us
.
"
They
had
reached
the
very
edge
of
the
wood
at
the
top
of
the
field
,
and
here
was
an
empty
space
,
with
a
small
sign
hammered
into
the
ground
that
read
WEEZLY
.
"
Could
n't
have
a
better
spot
!
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
happily
.
"
The
field
is
just
on
the
other
side
of
the
wood
there
,
we
're
as
close
as
we
could
be
.
"
He
hoisted
his
backpack
from
his
shoulders
.
"
Right
,
"
he
said
excitedly
,
"
no
magic
allowed
,
strictly
speaking
,
not
when
we
're
out
in
these
numbers
on
Muggle
land
.
We
'll
be
putting
these
tents
up
by
hand
!
Should
n't
be
too
difficult
...
.
Muggles
do
it
all
the
time
...
.
Here
,
Harry
,
where
do
you
reckon
we
should
start
?
"
Harry
had
never
been
camping
in
his
life
;
the
Dursleys
had
never
taken
him
on
any
kind
of
holiday
,
preferring
to
leave
him
with
Mrs.
Figg
,
an
old
neighbor
.
However
,
he
and
Hermione
worked
out
where
most
of
the
poles
and
pegs
should
go
,
and
though
Mr.
Weasley
was
more
of
a
hindrance
than
a
help
,
because
he
got
thoroughly
overexcited
when
it
came
to
using
the
mallet
,
they
finally
managed
to
erect
a
pair
of
shabby
two-man
tents
.
All
of
them
stood
back
to
admire
their
handiwork
.
Nobody
looking
at
these
tents
would
guess
they
belonged
to
wizards
,
Harry
thought
,
but
the
trouble
was
that
once
Bill
,
Charlie
,
and
Percy
arrived
,
they
would
be
a
party
of
ten
.
Hermione
seemed
to
have
spotted
this
problem
too
;
she
gave
Harry
a
quizzical
look
as
Mr.
Weasley
dropped
to
his
hands
and
knees
and
entered
the
first
tent
.
"
We
'll
be
a
bit
cramped
,
"
he
called
,
"
but
I
think
we
'll
all
squeeze
in
.
Come
and
have
a
look
.
"
Harry
bent
down
,
ducked
under
the
tent
flap
,
and
felt
his
jaw
drop
.
He
had
walked
into
what
looked
like
an
old-fashioned
,
three
room
flat
,
complete
with
bathroom
and
kitchen
.
Oddly
enough
,
it
was
furnished
in
exactly
the
same
sort
of
style
as
Mrs.
Figg
's
house
:
There
were
crocheted
covers
on
the
mismatched
chairs
and
a
strong
smell
of
cats
.
"
Well
,
it
's
not
for
long
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
mopping
his
bald
patch
with
a
handkerchief
and
peering
in
at
the
four
bunk
beds
that
stood
in
the
bedroom
.
I
borrowed
this
from
Perkins
at
the
office
.
Does
n't
camp
much
anymore
,
poor
fellow
,
he
's
got
lumbago
.
"
