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〃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 sort of a magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air。
Percy hurried forward with his hand outstretched。 Apparently his disapproval of the way Ludo Bagman ran his department did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression。
〃Ah … yes；〃 said Mr。 Weasley； grinning； 〃this is my son Percy。 He's just started at the Ministry … and this is Fred … no； George； sorry … that's Fred … Bill； Charlie； Ron … my daughter； Ginny and Ron's friends； Hermione Granger and Harry Potter。〃
Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harry's name； and his eyes performed the familiar flick upward to the scar on Harry's forehead。
〃Everyone；〃 Mr。 Weasley continued； 〃this is Ludo Bagman； you know who he is； it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets …〃
Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say it had been nothing。
〃Fancy a flutter on the match； Arthur？〃 he said eagerly； jingling what seemed to be a large amount of gold in the pockets of his yellow…and…black robes。 〃I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first … I offered him nice odds； considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years … and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a weeklong match。〃
〃Oh 。。。 go on then；〃 said Mr。 Weasley。 〃Let's see 。。。 a Galleon on Ireland to win？〃
〃A Galleon？〃 Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed； but recovered himself。 〃Very well； very well 。。。 any other takers？〃
〃They're a bit young to be gambling；〃 said Mr。 Weasley。 〃Molly wouldn't like …〃
〃We'll bet thirty…seven Galleons； fifteen Sickles； three Knuts；〃 said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money； 〃that Ireland wins … but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch。 Oh and we'll throw in a fake wand。〃
〃You don't want to go showing Mr。 Bagman rubbish like that；〃 Percy hissed； but Bagman didn't seem to think the wand was rubbish at all； on th