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The
Christmas
tree
beside
their
table
rose
a
few
inches
off
the
ground
,
drifted
sideways
,
and
landed
with
a
soft
thump
right
in
front
of
their
table
,
hiding
them
from
view
.
Staring
through
the
dense
lower
branches
,
Harry
saw
four
sets
of
chair
legs
move
back
from
the
table
right
beside
theirs
,
then
heard
the
grunts
and
sighs
of
the
teachers
and
minister
as
they
sat
down
.
Next
he
saw
another
pair
of
feet
,
wearing
sparkly
turquoise
high
heels
,
and
heard
a
woman
's
voice
.
"
A
small
gillywater
--
"
"
Mine
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
's
voice
.
"
Four
pints
of
mulled
mead
--
"
"
Ta
,
Rosmerta
,
"
said
Hagrid
.
"
A
cherry
syrup
and
soda
with
ice
and
umbrella
--
"
"
Mmm
!
"
said
Professor
Flitwick
,
smacking
his
lips
.
"
So
you
'll
be
the
red
currant
rum
,
Minister
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Rosmerta
,
m
'd
ear
,
"
said
Fudge
's
voice
.
"
Lovely
to
see
you
again
,
I
must
say
.
Have
one
yourself
,
wo
n't
you
?
Come
and
join
us
...
"
