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Clutching
their
purchases
,
Mr.
Weasley
in
the
lead
,
they
all
hurried
into
the
wood
,
following
the
lantern-lit
trail
.
They
could
hear
the
sounds
of
thousands
of
people
moving
around
them
,
shouts
and
laughter
,
snatches
of
singing
.
The
atmosphere
of
feverish
excitement
was
highly
infectious
;
Harry
could
n't
stop
grinning
.
They
walked
through
the
wood
for
twenty
minutes
,
talking
and
joking
loudly
,
until
at
last
they
emerged
on
the
other
side
and
found
themselves
in
the
shadow
of
a
gigantic
stadium
.
Though
Harry
could
see
only
a
fraction
of
the
immense
gold
walls
surrounding
the
field
,
he
could
tell
that
ten
cathedrals
would
fit
comfortably
inside
it
.
"
Seats
a
hundred
thousand
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
spotting
the
awestruck
look
on
Harry
's
face
.
"
Ministry
task
force
of
five
hundred
have
been
working
on
it
all
year
.
Muggle
Repelling
Charms
on
every
inch
of
it
.
Every
time
Muggles
have
got
anywhere
near
here
all
year
,
they
've
suddenly
remembered
urgent
appointments
and
had
to
dash
away
again
...
bless
them
,
"
he
added
fondly
,
leading
the
way
toward
the
nearest
entrance
,
which
was
already
surrounded
by
a
swarm
of
shouting
witches
and
wizards
.
"
Prime
seats
!
"
said
the
Ministry
witch
at
the
entrance
when
she
checked
their
tickets
.
"
Top
Box
!
Straight
upstairs
,
Arthur
,
and
as
high
as
you
can
go
.
"
The
stairs
into
the
stadium
were
carpeted
in
rich
purple
.
They
clambered
upward
with
the
rest
of
the
crowd
,
which
slowly
filtered
away
through
doors
into
the
stands
to
their
left
and
right
.
Mr.
Weasley
's
party
kept
climbing
,
and
at
last
they
reached
the
top
of
the
staircase
and
found
themselves
in
a
small
box
,
set
at
the
highest
point
of
the
stadium
and
situated
exactly
halfway
between
the
golden
goal
posts
.
About
twenty
purple-and-gilt
chairs
stood
in
two
rows
here
,
and
Harry
,
filing
into
the
front
seats
with
the
Weasleys
,
looked
down
upon
a
scene
the
likes
of
which
he
could
never
have
imagined
.
A
hundred
thousand
witches
and
wizards
were
taking
their
places
in
the
seats
,
which
rose
in
levels
around
the
long
oval
field
.
Everything
was
suffused
with
a
mysterious
golden
light
,
which
seemed
to
come
from
the
stadium
itself
.
The
field
looked
smooth
as
velvet
from
their
lofty
position
.
At
either
end
of
the
field
stood
three
goal
hoops
,
fifty
feet
high
;
right
opposite
them
,
almost
at
Harry
's
eye
level
,
was
a
gigantic
blackboard
.
Gold
writing
kept
dashing
across
it
as
though
an
invisible
giant
's
hand
were
scrawling
upon
the
blackboard
and
then
wiping
it
off
again
;
watching
it
,
Harry
saw
that
it
was
flashing
advertisements
across
the
field
.
The
Bluebottle
:
A
Broom
for
All
the
Family
-
safe
,
reliable
,
and
with
Built-in
Anti-Burgler
Buzzer
...
Mrs.
Shower
's
All
Purpose
Magical
Mess
Remover
:
No
Pain
,
No
Stain
!
...
Gladrags
Wizardwear
-
London
,
Paris
,
Hogsmeade
...
Harry
tore
his
eyes
away
from
the
sign
and
looked
over
his
shoulder
to
see
who
else
was
sharing
the
box
with
them
.
So
far
it
was
empty
,
except
for
a
tiny
creature
sitting
in
the
second
from
last
seat
at
the
end
of
the
row
behind
them
.
The
creature
,
whose
legs
were
so
short
they
stuck
out
in
front
of
it
on
the
chair
,
was
wearing
a
tea
towel
draped
like
a
toga
,
and
it
had
its
face
hidden
in
its
hands
.
Yet
those
long
,
batlike
ears
were
oddly
familiar
...
.
"
Dobby
?
"
said
Harry
incredulously
.
