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ds　carrying　a　vast　golden　cup　into　the　box；　which　they　handed　to　Cornelius　Fudge；　who　was　still　looking　very　disgruntled　that　he'd　been　using　sign　language　all　day　for　nothing。
　　　〃Let's　have　a　really　loud　hand　for　the　gallant　losers…Bulgaria！〃　Bagman　shouted。
　　　And　up　the　stairs　into　the　box　came　the　seven　defeated　Bulgarian　players。　The　crowd　below　was　applauding　appreciatively；　Harry　could　see　thousands　and　thousands　of　Omniocular　lenses　flashing　and　winking　in　their　direction。
　　　One　by　one；　the　Bulgarians　filed　between　the　rows　of　seats　in　the　box；　and　Bagman　called　out　the　name　of　each　as　they　shook　hands　with　their　own　minister　and　then　with　Fudge。　Krum；　who　was　last　in　line；　looked　a　real　mess。　Two　black　eyes　were　blooming　spectacularly　on　his　bloody　face。　He　was　still　holding　the　Snitch。　Harry　noticed　that　he　seemed　much　less　coordinated　on　the　ground。　He　was　slightly　duck…footed　and　distinctly　round…shouldered。　But　when　Krum's　name　was　announced；　the　whole　stadium　gave　him　a　resounding；　earsplitting　roar。
　　　And　then　came　the　Irish　team。　Aidan　Lynch　was　being　supported　by　Moran　and　Connolly；　the　second　crash　seemed　to　have　dazed　him　and　his　eyes　looked　strangely　unfocused。　But　he　grinned　happily　as　Troy　and　Quigley　lifted　the　Cup　into　the　air　and　the　crowd　below　thundered　its　approval。　Harry's　hands　were　numb　with　clapping。
　　　At　last；　when　the　Irish　team　had　left　the　box　to　perform　another　lap　of　honor　on　their　brooms　（Aidan　Lynch　on　the　back　of　Confolly's；　clutching　hard　around　his　waist　and　still　grinning　in　a　bemused　sort　of　way）；　Bagman　pointed　his　wand　at　his　throat　and　muttered；　〃Quietus。〃
　　　〃They'll　be　talking　about　this　one　for　years；〃　he　said　hoarsely；　〃a　really　unexpected　twist；　that。。。　shame　it　couldn't　have　lasted　longer。。。　Ah　yes。。。　yes；　I　owe　you。。。　how　much？〃
　　　For　Fred　and　George　had　just　scrambled　over　the　backs　of　their　seats　and　were　standing　in　front　of　Ludo　Bagman　with　broad　grins　on　their　faces；　their　hands　outstretched。
　　　
　　　
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　　　Don't　tell　your　mother　you've　been　gambling；〃　Mr。　Weasley　implored　Fred　and　George　as　they　all　made　their　way　slowly　down　the　purple…carpeted　stairs。
　　　〃Don't　worry；　Dad；〃　said　Fred　gleefully；　〃we've　got　big　plans　for　this　money。　We　don't　want　it　confiscated。〃
　　　Mr。　Weasley　looked　for　a　moment　as　though　he　was　going　to　ask　what　these　big　plans　were；　but　seemed　to　decide；　upon　reflection；　that　he　didn't　want　to　know。
　　　They　were　soon　caught　up　in　the　crowds　now　flooding　out　of　the　stadium　and　back　to　their　campsites。　Raucous　singing　was　borne　toward　them　on　the　night　air　as　they　retraced　their　steps　along　the　lantern…lit　path；　and　leprechauns　kept　shooting　over　their　heads；　cackling　and　waving　their　lanterns。　When　they　finally　reached　the　tents；　nobody　felt　like　sleeping　at　all；　and　given　the　level　of　noise　around　them；　Mr。　Weasley　agreed　that　they　could　all　have　one　last　cup　of　cocoa　together　before　turning　in。　They　were　soon　arguing　enjoyably　about　the　match；　Mr。　Weasley　got　drawn　into　a　disagreement　about　cobbing　with　Charlie；　and　it　was　only　when　Ginny　fell　asleep　right　at　the　tiny　table　and　spilled　hot　chocolate　all　over　the　floor　that　Mr。　Weasley　called　a　halt　to　the　verbal　replays　and　insisted　that　everyone　go　to　bed。　Hermione　and　Ginny　went　into　the　next　tent；　and　Harry　and　the　rest　of　the　Weasleys　changed　into　pajamas　and　clambered　into　their　bunks。　From　the　other　side　of　the　campsite　they　could　still　hear　much　singing　and　the　odd　echoing　bang。
　　　〃Oh　I　am　glad　I'm　not　on　duty；〃　muttered　Mr。　Weasley　sleepily。　〃I　wouldn't　fancy　having　to　go　and　tell　the　Irish　they've　got　to　stop　celebrating。〃
　　　Harry；　who　was　on　a　top　bunk　above　Ron；　lay　staring　up　at　the　canvas　ceiling　of　the　tent；　watching　the　glow　of　an　occasional　leprechaun　lantern　flying　overhead；　and　picturing　again　some　of　Krum's　more　spectacular　moves。　He　was　itching　to　get　back　on　his　own　Firebolt　and　try　out　the　Wronski　Feint。。。　Somehow　Oliver　Wood　had　never　managed　to　convey　with　all　his　wriggling　diagrams　what　that　move　was　supposed　to　look　like。。。　Harry　saw　himself　in　robes　that　had　his　name　on　the　back；　and　imagined　the　sensation　of　hearing　a　hundred…thousand…strong　crowd　roar；　as　Ludo　Bagman's　voice　echoed　throughout　the　stadium；　〃I　give　you。。。　Potter！〃
　　　Harry　never　knew　whether　or　not　he　had　actually　dropped　off　to　sleep…his　fantasies　of　flying　like　Krum　might　well　have　slipped　into　actual　dreams…all　he　knew　was　that；　quite　suddenly；　Mr。　Weasley　was　shouting。
　　　〃Get　up！　Ron…Harry…e　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　didn'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。
　　　〃That's　sick；〃　Ron　muttered；　watching　the　smallest　Muggle　child；　who　had　begun　to　spin　like　a　top；　sixty　feet　above　the　ground；　his　head　flopping　limply　from　side　to　side。　〃That　is　really　sick。。。〃
　　　Hermione　and　Ginny　came　hurrying　toward　them；　pulling　coats　over　their　nightdresses；　with　Mr。　Weasley　right　behind　them。　At　the　same　moment；　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　emerged　from　the　boys'　tent；　fully　dressed；　with　their　sleeves　rolled　up　and　their　wands　out。
　　　〃We're　going　to　help　the　Ministry！〃　Mr。　Weasley　shouted　over　all　the　noise；　rolling　up　his　own　sleeves。　〃You　lot…get　into　the　woods；　and　stick　together。　I'll　e　and　fetch　you　when　we've　sorted　this　out！〃
　　　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　were　already　sprinting　away　toward　the　oning　marchers；　Mr。　Weasley　tore　after　them。　Ministry　wizards　were　dashing　from　every　direction　toward　the　source　of　the　trouble。　The　crowd　beneath　the　Roberts　family　was　ing　ever　closer。
　　　〃C'mon；〃　said　Fred；　grabbing　Ginny's　hand　and　starting　to　pull　her　toward　the　wood。　Harry；　Ron；　Hermione；　and　George　followed。　They　all　looked　back　as　they　reached　the　trees。　The　crowd　beneath　the　Roberts　family　was　larger　than　ever；　they　could　see　the　Ministry　wizards　trying　to　get　through　it　to　the　hooded　wizards　in　the　center；　but　they　were　having　great　difficulty。　It　looked　as　though　they　were　scared　to　perform　any　spell　that　might　make　the　Roberts　family　fall。
　　　The　colored　lanterns　that　had　lit　the　path　to　the　stadium　had　been　extinguished。　Dark　figures　were　blundering　through　the　trees；　children　were　crying；　anxious　shouts　and　panicked　voices　were　reverberating　around　them　in　the　cold　night　air。　Harry　felt　himself　being　pushed　hither　and　thither　by　people　whose　faces　he　could　not　see。　Then　he　heard　Ron　yell　with　pain。
　　　〃What　happened？〃　said　Hermione　anxiously；　stopping　so　abruptly　that　Harry　walked　into　her。　〃Ron；　where　are　you？　Oh　this　is　stupid…lumos！〃
　　　She　illuminated　her　wand　and　directed　its　narrow　beam　across　the　path。　Ron　was　lying　sprawled　on　the　ground。
　　　〃Tripped　over　a　tree　root；〃　he　said　angrily；　getting　to　his　feet　again。
　　　〃Well；　with　feet　that　size；　hard　not　to；〃　said　a　drawling　voice　from　behind　them。
　　　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　turned　sharply。　Draco　Malfoy　was　standing　alone　nearby；　leaning　against　a　tree；　looking　utterly　relaxed。　His　arms　folded；　he　seemed　to　have　been　watching　the　scene　at　the　campsite　through　a　gap　in　the　trees。
　　　Ron　told　Malfoy　to　do　something　that　Harry