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"
They
'll
be
talking
about
this
one
for
years
,
"
he
said
hoarsely
,
"
a
really
unexpected
twist
,
that
...
.
shame
it
could
n't
have
lasted
longer
...
.
Ah
yes
...
yes
,
I
owe
you
...
.
how
much
?
"
For
Fred
and
George
had
just
scrambled
over
the
backs
of
their
seats
and
were
standing
in
front
of
Ludo
Bagman
with
broad
grins
on
their
faces
,
their
hands
outstretched
.
"
Do
n't
tell
your
mother
you
've
been
gambling
,
"
Mr.
Weasley
implored
Fred
and
George
as
they
all
made
their
way
slowly
down
the
purple-carpeted
stairs
.
"
Do
n't
worry
,
Dad
,
"
said
Fred
gleefully
,
"
we
've
got
big
plans
for
this
money
.
We
do
n't
want
it
confiscated
.
"
Mr.
Weasley
looked
for
a
moment
as
though
he
was
going
to
ask
what
these
big
plans
were
,
but
seemed
to
decide
,
upon
reflection
,
that
he
did
n't
want
to
know
.
They
were
soon
caught
up
in
the
crowds
now
flooding
out
of
the
stadium
and
back
to
their
campsites
.
Raucous
singing
was
borne
toward
them
on
the
night
air
as
they
retraced
their
steps
along
the
lantern-lit
path
,
and
leprechauns
kept
shooting
over
their
heads
,
cackling
and
waving
their
lanterns
.
When
they
finally
reached
the
tents
,
nobody
felt
like
sleeping
at
all
,
and
given
the
level
of
noise
around
them
,
Mr.
Weasley
agreed
that
they
could
all
have
one
last
cup
of
cocoa
together
before
turning
in
.
They
were
soon
arguing
enjoyably
about
the
match
;
Mr.
Weasley
got
drawn
into
a
disagreement
about
cobbing
with
Charlie
,
and
it
was
only
when
Ginny
fell
asleep
right
at
the
tiny
table
and
spilled
hot
chocolate
all
over
the
floor
that
Mr.
Weasley
called
a
halt
to
the
verbal
replays
and
insisted
that
everyone
go
to
bed
.
Hermione
and
Ginny
went
into
the
next
tent
,
and
Harry
and
the
rest
of
the
Weasleys
changed
into
pajamas
and
clambered
into
their
bunks
.
From
the
other
side
of
the
campsite
they
could
still
hear
much
singing
and
the
odd
echoing
bang
.
"
Oh
I
am
glad
I
'm
not
on
duty
,
"
muttered
Mr.
Weasley
sleepily
.
"
I
would
n't
fancy
having
to
go
and
tell
the
Irish
they
've
got
to
stop
celebrating
.
"
Harry
,
who
was
on
a
top
bunk
above
Ron
,
lay
staring
up
at
the
canvas
ceiling
of
the
tent
,
watching
the
glow
of
an
occasional
leprechaun
lantern
flying
overhead
,
and
picturing
again
some
of
Krum
's
more
spectacular
moves
.
He
was
itching
to
get
back
on
his
own
Firebolt
and
try
out
the
Wronski
Feint
...
.
Somehow
Oliver
Wood
had
never
managed
to
convey
with
all
his
wriggling
diagrams
what
that
move
was
supposed
to
look
like
...
.
Harry
saw
himself
in
robes
that
had
his
name
on
the
back
,
and
imagined
the
sensation
of
hearing
a
hundred-thousand-strong
crowd
roar
,
as
Ludo
Bagman
's
voice
echoed
throughout
the
stadium
,
"
I
give
you
...
.
Potter
!
"
Harry
never
knew
whether
or
not
he
had
actually
dropped
off
to
sleep
-
his
fantasies
of
flying
like
Krum
might
well
have
slipped
into
actual
dreams
-
all
he
knew
was
that
,
quite
suddenly
,
Mr.
Weasley
was
shouting
.
