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A
short
way
farther
on
,
they
saw
two
little
witches
,
barely
older
than
Kevin
,
who
were
riding
toy
broomsticks
that
rose
only
high
enough
for
the
girls
'
toes
to
skim
the
dewy
grass
.
A
Ministry
wizard
had
already
spotted
them
;
as
he
hurried
past
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
he
muttered
distractedly
,
"
In
broad
daylight
!
Parents
having
a
lie-in
,
I
suppose
-
"
Here
and
there
adult
wizards
and
witches
were
emerging
from
their
tents
and
starting
to
cook
breakfast
.
Some
,
with
furtive
looks
around
them
,
conjured
fires
with
their
wands
;
others
were
striking
matches
with
dubious
looks
on
their
faces
,
as
though
sure
this
could
n't
work
.
Three
African
wizards
sat
in
serious
conversation
,
all
of
them
wearing
long
white
robes
and
roasting
what
looked
like
a
rabbit
on
a
bright
purple
fire
,
while
a
group
of
middle-aged
American
witches
sat
gossiping
happily
beneath
a
spangled
banner
stretched
between
their
tents
that
read
:
THE
SALEM
WITCHES
'
INSTITUTE
.
Harry
caught
snatches
of
conversation
in
strange
languages
from
the
inside
of
tents
they
passed
,
and
though
he
could
n't
understand
a
word
,
the
tone
of
every
single
voice
was
excited
.
"
Er
-
is
it
my
eyes
,
or
has
everything
gone
green
?
"
said
Ron
.
It
was
n't
just
Ron
's
eyes
.
They
had
walked
into
a
patch
of
tents
that
were
all
covered
with
a
thick
growth
of
shamrocks
,
so
that
it
looked
as
though
small
,
oddly
shaped
hillocks
had
sprouted
out
of
the
earth
.
Grinning
faces
could
be
seen
under
those
that
had
their
flaps
open
.
Then
,
from
behind
them
,
they
heard
their
names
.
"
Harry
!
Ron
!
Hermione
!
"
It
was
Seamus
Finnigan
,
their
fellow
Gryffindor
fourth
year
.
He
was
sitting
in
front
of
his
own
shamrock-covered
tent
,
with
a
sandy-haired
woman
who
had
to
be
his
mother
,
and
his
best
friend
,
Dean
Thomas
,
also
of
Gryffindor
.
"
Like
the
decorations
?
"
said
Seamus
,
grinning
.
"
The
Ministry
's
not
too
happy
.
"
"
Ah
,
why
should
n't
we
show
our
colors
?
"
said
Mrs.
Finnigan
.
"
You
should
see
what
the
Bulgarians
have
got
dangling
all
over
their
tents
.
You
'll
be
supporting
Ireland
,
of
course
?
"
she
added
,
eyeing
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
beadily
.
When
they
had
assured
her
that
they
were
indeed
supporting
Ireland
,
they
set
off
again
,
though
,
as
Ron
said
,
"
Like
we
'd
say
anything
else
surrounded
by
that
lot
.
"
