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tes　ago。〃
　　　〃Did　you　really？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　nervously。
　　　Mr。　Roberts　rummaged　around　in　a　tin　for　some　change。
　　　〃Never　been　this　crowded；〃　he　said　suddenly；　looking　out　over　the　misty　field　again。　〃Hundreds　of　pre…bookings。　People　usually　just　turn　up。。。〃
　　　〃Is　that　right？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　his　hand　held　out　for　his　change；　but　Mr。　Roberts　didn't　give　it　to　him。
　　　〃Aye；〃　he　said　thoughtfully。　〃People　from　all　over。　Loads　of　foreigners。　And　not　just　foreigners。　Weirdos；　you　know？　There's　a　bloke　walking　'round　in　a　kilt　and　a　poncho。〃
　　　〃Shouldn't　he？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　anxiously
　　　〃It's　like　some　sort　of。。。　I　dunno　。。。like　some　sort　of　rally；〃　said　Mr。　Roberts。　〃They　all　seem　to　know　each　other。　Like　a　big　party。〃
　　　At　that　moment；　a　wizard　in　plus…fours　appeared　out　of　thin　air　next　to　Mr。　Roberts's　front　door。
　　　〃Obliviate！〃　he　said　sharply；　pointing　his　wand　at　Mr。　Roberts。
　　　Instantly；　Mr。　Roberts's　eyes　slid　out　of　focus；　his　brows　unknitted；　and　a　took　of　dreamy　unconcern　fell　over　his　face。　Harry　recognized　the　symptoms　of　one　who　had　just　had　his　memory　modified。
　　　〃A　map　of　the　campsite　for　you；〃　Mr。　Roberts　said　placidly　to　Mr。　Weasley。　〃And　your　change。〃
　　　〃Thanks　very　much；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。
　　　The　wizard　in　plus…fours　acpanied　them　toward　the　gate　to　the　campsite。　He　looked　exhausted：　His　chin　was　blue　with　stubble　and　there　were　deep　purple　shadows　under　his　eyes。　Once　out　of　earshot　of　Mr。　Roberts；　he　muttered　to　Mr。　Weasley；　〃Been　having　a　lot　of　trouble　with　him。　Needs　a　Memory　Charm　ten　times　a　day　to　keep　him　happy。　And　Ludo　Bagman's　not　helping。　Trotting　around　talking　about　Bludgers　and　Quaffles　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　not　a　worry　about　anti…Muggle　security　Blimey；　I'll　be　glad　when　this　is　over。　See　you　later；　Arthur。〃
　　　He　Disapparated。
　　　〃I　thought　Mr。　Bagman　was　Head　of　Magical　Games　and　Sports；〃　said　Ginny；　looking　surprised。　〃He　should　know　better　than　to　talk　about　Bludgers　near　Muggles；　shouldn't　he？〃
　　　〃He　should；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling；　and　leading　them　through　the　gates　into　the　campsite；　〃but　Ludo's　always　been　a　bit　。。。well。。。　lax　about　security。　You　couldn't　wish　for　a　more　enthusiastic　head　of　the　sports　department　though。　He　played　Quidditch　for　England　himself；　you　know。　And　he　was　the　best　Beater　the　Wimbourne　Wasps　ever　had。〃
　　　They　trudged　up　the　misty　field　between　long　rows　of　tents。　Most　looked　almost　ordinary；　their　owners　had　clearly　tried　to　make　them　as　Muggle…like　as　possible；　but　had　slipped　up　by　adding　chimneys；　or　bellpulls；　or　weather　vanes。　However；　here　and　there　was　a　tent　so　obviously　magical　that　Harry　could　hardly　be　surprised　that　Mr。　Roberts　was　getting　suspicious。　Halfway　up　the　field　stood　an　extravagant　confection　of　striped　silk　like　a　miniature　palace；　with　several　live　peacocks　tethered　at　the　entrance。　A　little　farther　on　they　passed　a　tent　that　had　three　floors　and　several　turrets；　and　a　short　way　beyond　that　was　a　tent　that　had　a　front　garden　attached；　plete　with　birdbath；　sundial；　and　fountain。
　　　〃Always　the　same；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling。　〃We　can't　resist　showing　off　when　we　get　together。　Ah；　here　we　are；　look；　this　is　us。〃
　　　They　had　reached　the　very　edge　of　the　wood　at　the　top　of　the　field；　and　here　was　an　empty　space；　with　a　small　sign　hammered　into　the　ground　that　read　WEEZLY。
　　　〃Couldn't　have　a　better　spot！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　happily。　〃The　field　is　just　on　the　other　side　of　the　wood　there；　we're　as　close　as　we　could　be。〃　He　hoisted　his　backpack　from　his　shoulders。　〃Right；〃　he　said　excitedly；　〃no　magic　allowed；　strictly　speaking；　not　when　we're　out　in　these　numbers　on　Muggle　land。　We'll　be　putting　these　tents　up　by　hand！　Shouldn't　be　too　difficult。。。　Muggles　do　it　all　the　time。。。　Here；　Harry；　where　do　you　reckon　we　should　start？〃
　　　Harry　had　never　been　camping　in　his　life；　the　Dursleys　had　never　taken　him　on　any　kind　of　holiday；　preferring　to　leave　him　with　Mrs。　Figg；　an　old　neighbor。　However；　he　and　Hermione　worked　out　where　most　of　the　poles　and　pegs　should　go；　and　though　Mr。　Weasley　was　more　of　a　hindrance　than　a　help；　because　he　got　thoroughly　overexcited　when　it　came　to　using　the　mallet；　they　finally　managed　to　erect　a　pair　of　shabby　two…man　tents。
　　　All　of　them　stood　back　to　admire　their　handiwork。　Nobody　looking　at　these　tents　would　guess　they　belonged　to　wizards；　Harry　thought；　but　the　trouble　was　that　once　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　arrived；　they　would　be　a　party　of　ten。　Hermione　seemed　to　have　spotted　this　problem　too；　she　gave　Harry　a　quizzical　look　as　Mr。　Weasley　dropped　to　his　hands　and　knees　and　entered　the　first　tent。
　　　〃We'll　be　a　bit　cramped；〃　he　called；　〃but　I　think　we'll　all　squeeze　in。　e　and　have　a　look。〃
　　　Harry　bent　down；　ducked　under　the　tent　flap；　and　felt　his　jaw　drop。　He　had　walked　into　what　looked　like　an　old…fashioned；　three　room　flat；　plete　with　bathroom　and　kitchen。　Oddly　enough；　it　was　furnished　in　exactly　the　same　sort　of　style　as　Mrs。　Figg's　house：　There　were　crocheted　covers　on　the　mismatched　chairs　and　a　strong　smell　of　cats。
　　　〃Well；　it's　not　for　long；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　mopping　his　bald　patch　with　a　handkerchief　and　peering　in　at　the　four　bunk　beds　that　stood　in　the　bedroom。　I　borrowed　this　from　Perkins　at　the　office。　Doesn't　camp　much　anymore；　poor　fellow；　he's　got　lumbago。〃
　　　He　picked　up　the　dusty　kettle　and　peered　inside　it。　〃We'll　need　water。。。
　　　〃There's　a　tap　marked　on　this　map　the　Muggle　gave　us；〃　said　Ron；　who　had　followed　Harry　inside　the　tent　and　seemed　pletely　unimpressed　by　its　extraordinary　inner　proportions。　〃It's　on　the　other　side　of　the　field。〃
　　　〃Well；　why　don't　you；　Harry；　and　Hermione　go　and　get　us　some　water　then〃…Mr。　Weasley　handed　over　the　kettle　and　a　couple　of　saucepans…〃and　the　rest　of　us　will　get　some　wood　for　a　fire？〃
　　　〃But　we've　got　an　oven；〃　said　Ron。　〃Why　can't　we　just…〃
　　　〃Ron；　anti…Muggle　security！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　his　face　shining　with　anticipation。　〃When　real　Muggles　camp；　they　cook　on　fires　outdoors。　I've　seen　them　at　it！〃
　　　After　a　quick　tour　of　the　girls'　tent；　which　was　slightly　smaller　than　the　boys'；　though　without　the　smell　of　cats；　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　set　off　across　the　campsite　with　the　kettle　and　saucepans。
　　　Now；　with　the　sun　newly　risen　and　the　mist　lifting；　they　could　see　the　city　of　tents　that　stretched　in　every　direction。　They　made　their　way　slowly　through　the　rows；　staring　eagerly　around。　It　was　only　just　dawning　on　Harry　how　many　witches　and　wizards　there　must　be　in　the　world；　he　had　never　really　thought　much　about　those　in　other　countries。
　　　Their　fellow　campers　were　starting　to　wake　up。　First　to　stir　were　the　families　with　small　children；　Harry　had　never　seen　witches　and　wizards　this　young　before。　A　tiny　boy　no　older　than　two　was　crouched　outside　a　large　pyramid…shaped　tent；　holding　a　wand　and　poking　happily　at　a　slug　in　the　grass；　which　was　swelling　slowly　to　the　size　of　a　salami。　As　they　drew　level　with　him；　his　mother　came　hurrying　out　of　the　tent。
　　　〃How　many　times；　Kevin？　You　don't…touch…Daddy's…wand…yecchh！　〃
　　　She　had　trodden　on　the　giant　slug；　which　burst。　Her　scolding　carried　after　them　on　the　still　air；　mingling　with　the　little　boy's　yells…〃You　bust　slug！　You　bust　slug！〃
　　　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　couldn'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　insid