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"
Get
up
!
Ron
-
Harry
-
come
on
now
,
get
up
,
this
is
urgent
!
"
Harry
sat
up
quickly
and
the
top
of
his
head
hit
canvas
.
"
'S
'
matter
?
"
he
said
.
Dimly
,
he
could
tell
that
something
was
wrong
.
The
noises
in
the
campsite
had
changed
.
The
singing
had
stopped
.
He
could
hear
screams
,
and
the
sound
of
people
running
.
He
slipped
down
from
the
bunk
and
reached
for
his
clothes
,
but
Mr.
Weasley
,
who
had
pulled
on
his
jeans
over
his
own
pajamas
,
said
,
"
No
time
,
Harry
-
just
grab
a
jacket
and
get
outside
-
quickly
!
"
Harry
did
as
he
was
told
and
hurried
out
of
the
tent
,
Ron
at
his
heels
.
By
the
light
of
the
few
fires
that
were
still
burning
,
he
could
see
people
running
away
into
the
woods
,
fleeing
something
that
was
moving
across
the
field
toward
them
,
something
that
was
emitting
odd
flashes
of
light
and
noises
like
gunfire
.
Loud
jeering
,
roars
of
laughter
,
and
drunken
yells
were
drifting
toward
them
;
then
came
a
burst
of
strong
green
light
,
which
illuminated
the
scene
.
A
crowd
of
wizards
,
tightly
packed
and
moving
together
with
wands
pointing
straight
upward
,
was
marching
slowly
across
the
field
.
Harry
squinted
at
them
...
.
They
did
n't
seem
to
have
faces
...
.
Then
he
realized
that
their
heads
were
hooded
and
their
faces
masked
.
High
above
them
,
floating
along
in
midair
,
four
struggling
figures
were
being
contorted
into
grotesque
shapes
.
It
was
as
though
the
masked
wizards
on
the
ground
were
puppeteers
,
and
the
people
above
them
were
marionettes
operated
by
invisible
strings
that
rose
from
the
wands
into
the
air
.
Two
of
the
figures
were
very
small
.
More
wizards
were
joining
the
marching
group
,
laughing
and
pointing
up
at
the
floating
bodies
.
Tents
crumpled
and
fell
as
the
marching
crowd
swelled
.
Once
or
twice
Harry
saw
one
of
the
marchers
blast
a
tent
out
of
his
way
with
his
wand
.
Several
caught
fire
.
The
screaming
grew
louder
.
The
floating
people
were
suddenly
illuminated
as
they
passed
over
a
burning
tent
and
Harry
recognized
one
of
them
:
Mr.
Roberts
,
the
campsite
manager
.
The
other
three
looked
as
though
they
might
be
his
wife
and
children
.
One
of
the
marchers
below
flipped
Mrs.
Roberts
upside
down
with
his
wand
;
her
nightdress
fell
down
to
reveal
voluminous
drawers
and
she
struggled
to
cover
herself
up
as
the
crowd
below
her
screeched
and
hooted
with
glee
.
