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　SALEM　WITCHES'　INSTITUTE。　Harry　caught　snatches　of　conversation　in　strange　languages　from　the　inside　of　tents　they　passed；　and　though　he　couldn't　understand　a　word；　the　tone　of　every　single　voice　was　excited。
　　　〃Er…is　it　my　eyes；　or　has　everything　gone　green？〃　said　Ron。
　　　It　wasn't　just　Ron's　eyes。　They　had　walked　into　a　patch　of　tents　that　were　all　covered　with　a　thick　growth　of　shamrocks；　so　that　it　looked　as　though　small；　oddly　shaped　hillocks　had　sprouted　out　of　the　earth。　Grinning　faces　could　be　seen　under　those　that　had　their　flaps　open。　Then；　from　behind　them；　they　heard　their　names。
　　　〃Harry！　Ron！　Hermione！〃
　　　It　was　Seamus　Finnigan；　their　fellow　Gryffindor　fourth　year。　He　was　sitting　in　front　of　his　own　shamrock…covered　tent；　with　a　sandy…haired　woman　who　had　to　be　his　mother；　and　his　best　friend；　Dean　Thomas；　also　of　Gryffindor。
　　　〃Like　the　decorations？〃　said　Seamus；　grinning。　〃The　Ministry's　not　too　happy。〃
　　　〃Ah；　why　shouldn't　we　show　our　colors？〃　said　Mrs。　Finnigan。　〃You　should　see　what　the　Bulgarians　have　got　dangling　all　over　their　tents。　You'll　be　supporting　Ireland；　of　course？〃　she　added；　eyeing　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　beadily。　When　they　had　assured　her　that　they　were　indeed　supporting　Ireland；　they　set　off　again；　though；　as　Ron　said；　〃Like　we'd　say　anything　else　surrounded　by　that　lot。〃　I　wonder　what　the　Bulgarians　have　got　dangling　all　over　their　tents？〃　said　Hermione。
　　　〃Let's　go　and　have　a　look；〃　said　Harry；　pointing　to　a　large　patch　of　tents　upfield；　where　the　Bulgarian　flag…white；　green；　and　red…was　fluttering　in　the　breeze。
　　　The　tents　here　had　not　been　bedecked　with　plant　life；　but　each　and　every　one　of　them　had　the　same　poster　attached　to　it；　a　poster　of　a　very　surly　face　with　heavy　black　eyebrows。　The　picture　was；　of　course；　moving；　but　all　it　did　was　blink　and　scowl。
　　　〃Krum；〃　said　Ron　quietly。
　　　〃What？〃　said　Hermione。
　　　〃Krum！〃　said　Ron。　〃Viktor　Krum；　the　Bulgarian　Seeker！〃
　　　〃He　looks　really　grumpy；〃　said　Hermione；　looking　around　at　the　many　Krums　blinking　and　scowling　at　them。
　　　〃'Really　grumpy？〃　Ron　raised　his　eyes　to　the　heavens。　〃Who　cares　what　he　looks　like？　He's　unbelievable。　He's　really　young　too。　Only　just　eighteen　or　something。　He's　a　genius；　you　wait　until　tonight；　you'll　see。〃
　　　There　was　already　a　small　queue　for　the　tap　in　the　corner　of　the　field。　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　joined　it；　right　behind　a　pair　of　men　who　were　having　a　heated　argument。　One　of　them　was　a　very　old　wizard　who　was　wearing　a　long　flowery　nightgown。　The　other　was　clearly　a　Ministry　wizard；　he　was　holding　out　a　pair　of　pinstriped　trousers　and　almost　crying　with　exasperation。
　　　〃Just　put　them　on；　Archie；　there's　a　good　chap。　You　can't　walk　around　like　that；　the　Muggle　at　the　gate's　already　getting　suspicious…
　　　I　bought　this　in　a　Muggle　shop；〃　said　the　old　wizard　stubbornly。　〃Muggles　wear　them。〃
　　　〃Muggle　women　wear　them；　Archie；　not　the　men；　they　wear　these；〃　said　the　Ministry　wizard；　and　he　brandished　the　pinstriped　trousers。
　　　〃I'm　not　putting　them　on；〃　said　old　Archie　in　indignation。　〃I　like　a　healthy　breeze　'round　my　privates；　thanks。〃
　　　Hermione　was　overe　with　such　a　strong　fit　of　the　giggles　at　this　point　that　she　had　to　duck　out　of　the　queue　and　only　returned　when　Archie　had　collected　his　water　and　moved　away。
　　　Walking　more　slowly　now；　because　of　the　weight　of　the　water；　they　made　their　way　back　through　the　campsite。　Here　and　there；　they　saw　more　familiar　faces：　other　Hogwarts　students　with　their　families。　Oliver　Wood；　the　old　captain　of　Harry's　House　Quidditch　team；　who　had　just　left　Hogwarts；　dragged　Harry　over　to　his　parents'　tent　to　introduce　him；　and　told　him　excitedly　that　he　had　just　been　signed　to　the　Puddlemere　United　reserve　team。　Next　they　were　hailed　by　Ernie　Macmillan；　a　Hufflepuff　fourth　year；　and　a　little　farther　on　they　saw　Cho　Chang；　a　very　pretty　girl　who　played　Seeker　on　the　Ravenclaw　team。　She　waved　and　smiled　at　Harry；　who　slopped　quite　a　lot　of　water　down　his　front　as　he　waved　back。　More　to　stop　Ron　from　smirking　than　anything；　Harry　hurriedly　pointed　out　a　large　group　of　teenagers　whom　he　had　never　seen　before。
　　　〃Who　d'you　reckon　they　are？〃　he　said。　〃They　don't　go　to　Hogwarts；　do　they？〃
　　　〃'Spect　they　go　to　some　foreign　school；〃　said　Ron。　〃I　know　there　are　others。　Never　met　anyone　who　went　to　one；　though。　Bill　had　a　penfriend　at　a　school　in　Brazil　。。。this　was　years　and　years　ago　。。。and　he　wanted　to　go　on　an　exchange　trip　but　Mum　and　Dad　couldn't　afford　it。　His　penfriend　got　all　offended　when　he　said　he　wasn't　going　and　sent　him　a　cursed　hat。　It　made　his　ears　shrivel　up。〃
　　　Harry　laughed　but　didn't　voice　the　amazement　he　felt　at　hearing　about　other　wizarding　schools。　He　supposed；　now　that　he　saw　representatives　of　so　many　nationalities　in　the　campsite；　that　he　had　been　stupid　never　to　realize　that　Hogwarts　couldn't　be　the　only　one。　He　glanced　at　Hermione；　who　looked　utterly　unsurprised　by　the　information。　No　doubt　she　had　run　across　the　news　about　other　wizarding　schools　in　some　book　or　other。
　　　〃You've　been　ages；〃　said　George　when　they　finally　got　back　to　the　Weasleys'　tents。
　　　〃Met　a　few　people；〃　said　Ron；　setting　the　water　down。　〃You've　not　got　that　fire　started　yet？〃
　　　〃Dad's　having　fun　with　the　matches；〃　said　Fred。
　　　Mr。　Weasley　was　having　no　success　at　all　in　lighting　the　fire；　but　it　wasn't　for　lack　of　trying。　Splintered　matches　littered　the　ground　around　him；　but　he　looked　as　though　he　was　having　the　time　of　his　life。
　　　〃Oops！〃　he　said　as　he　managed　to　light　a　match　and　promptly　dropped　it　in　surprise。
　　　〃e　here；　Mr。　Weasley；〃　said　Hermione　kindly；　taking　the　box　from　him；　and　showing　him　how　to　do　it　properly。
　　　At　last　they　got　the　fire　lit；　though　it　was　at　least　another　hour　before　it　was　hot　enough　to　cook　anything。　There　was　plenty　to　watch　while　they　waited；　however。　Their　tent　seemed　to　be　pitched　right　alongside　a　kind　of　thoroughfare　to　the　field；　and　Ministry　members　kept　hurrying　up　and　down　it；　greeting　Mr。　Weasley　cordially　as　they　passed。　Mr。　Weasley　kept　up　a　running　mentary；　mainly　for　Harry's　and　Hermione's　benefit；　his　own　children　knew　too　much　about　the　Ministry　to　be　greatly　interested。
　　　〃That　was　Cuthbert　Mockridge；　Head　of　the　Goblin　Liaison　Office。。。　Here　es　Gilbert　Wimple；　he's　with　the　mittee　on　Experimental　Charms；　he's　had　those　horns　for　a　while　now。。。　Hello；　Arnie　。。。Arnold　Peasegood；　he's　an　Obliviator…member　of　the　Accidental　Magic　Reversal　Squad；　you　know。。。　and　that's　Bode　and　Croaker　。。。they're　Unspeakables。。。〃
　　　〃They're　what？〃
　　　〃From　the　Department　of　Mysteries；　top　secret；　no　idea　what　they　get　up　to。。。〃
　　　At　last；　the　fire　was　ready；　and　they　had　just　started　cooking　eggs　and　sausages　when　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　came　strolling　out　of　the　woods　toward　them。
　　　〃Just　Apparated；　Dad；〃　said　Percy　loudly。　〃Ah；　excellent；　lunch！〃
　　　They　were　halfway　through　their　plates　of　eggs　and　sausages　when　Mr。　Weasley　jumped　to　his　feet；　waving　and　grinning　at　a　man　who　was　striding　toward　them。　〃Aha！〃　he　said。　〃The　man　of　the　moment！　Ludo！〃
　　　Ludo　Bagman　was　easily　the　most　noticeable　person　Harry　had　seen　so　far；　even　including　old　Archie　in　his　flowered　nightdress。　He　was　wearing　long　Quidditch　robes　in　thick　horizontal　stripes　of　bright　yellow　and　black。　An　enormous　picture　of　a　wasp　was　splashed　across　his　chest。　He　had　the　look　of　a　powerfully　built　man　gone　slightly　to　seed；　the　robes　were　stretched　tightly　across　a　large　belly　he　surely　had　not　had　in　the　days　when　he　had　played　Quidditch　for　England。　His　nose　was　squashed　（probably　broken　by　a　stray　Bludger；　Harry　thought）；　but　his　round　blue　eyes；　short　blond　hair；　and　rosy　plexion　made　him　look　like　a　very　overgrown　schoolboy。
　　　〃Ahoy　there！〃　Bagman　called　happily。　He　was　walking　as　though　he　had　springs　attached　to　the　balls　of　his　feet　and　was　plainly　in　a　state　of　wild　excitement。
　　　〃Arthur；　old　man；〃　he　puffed　as　he　reached　the　campfire；　〃what　a　day；　eh？　What　a　day！　Could　we　have　asked　for　more　perfect　weather？　A　cloudless　night　ing　。。。and　hardly　a　hiccough　in　the　arrangements。。。　Not　much　for　me　to　do！〃
　　　Behind　him；　a　group　of　haggard…looking　Ministry　wizards　rushed　past；　pointing　at　the　distant　evidence　of　some　so