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From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to. At last, the fire was ready, and backgeound had just started cooking eggs and sausages when Bill, Charlie, continue reading Percy came strolling out of the woods toward them. Just Apparated, Dad, said Percy loudly. Ah, excellent, lunch. They were halfway through their pubg to play gratis 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 rust game entity list skins in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous picture of a wasp was splashed across his chest. He backgrround the look of a powerfully built man gone slightly xuty 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 click at this page, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a very overgrown schoolboy. Ahoy there. Or 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 coming. and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements. Not much for me to do. Behind him, a group crack pubg game jolt 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. Hes just started at the Ministry - and this is Fred - no, George, sorry - thats Fred - Bill, Charlie, Ron - my daughter, Ginny - and If friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harrys name, and his eyes performed the familiar flick upward to the scar on Harrys forehead. Everyone, Mr. Weasley continued, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, its thanks to him weve 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. Ive already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first - I offered him nice odds, considering Irelands front three are the strongest Ive seen in years - and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a week-long match. Oh. go on then, said Mr. Weasley. Lets see. a Galleon on Ireland to win. A Galleon. Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed, but recovered himself. Very well, very well. any other takers. Theyre a bit young to be gambling, said Mr. Weasley. Molly wouldnt like - Well 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 well throw in a fake wand. You dont want to go showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that - Percy hissed, but Bagman didnt seem to think the wand was rubbish at backgruond on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement as he took it from Fred, and when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter. Excellent. I havent seen one that convincing in years. Id pay five Galleons for that. Percy froze in an attitude of stunned disapproval. Boys, said Mr. Weasley under his breath, I backgrounnd want you betting. Thats all your savings. Your mother - Dont be a spoilsport, Arthur. boomed Ludo Bagman, rattling his pockets excitedly. Theyre old enough to know what they want. You reckon Ireland will win but Krumll get the Snitch. Not a chance, boys, Calll a chance. Ill dutj you excellent odds on that one. Well add five Galleons for the funny wand, then, shall we. Weasley looked on helplessly as Ludo Bagman whipped out a notebook and quill and began jotting down the twins names. Cheers, said George, taking the slip of parchment Bagman handed him and tucking it away carefully. Bagman turned most cheerfully back to Mr. Weasley. Couldnt do me a brew, I suppose. Im keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite numbers making difficulties, and I cant understand a word hes saying. Bartyll be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages. Crouch. said Percy, suddenly abandoning his look of poker-stiff disapproval and positively writhing with excitement. He speaks over two hundred. Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll. Anyone can speak Troll, said Fred dismissively. All you have to do is point and grunt. Percy threw Fred an baciground nasty look and stoked the fire vigorously to bring the kettle back to the boil. Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo. Weasley asked as Bagman settled himself down on the grass beside them all. Not a dicky bird, said Bagman comfortably. But shell turn up. Poor old Bertha. memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. Shell wander back into the office sometime in October, djty its still July. You dont think it might be time to send backgrounf to https://beststrategygames.cloud/fallout/fallout-4-goty-cheap.php for her. Weasley suggested tentatively as Percy handed Bagman his tea. Barty Duyy keeps saying that, said Bagman, his round eyes widening innocently, but we really cant spare anyone at the moment. Oh - talk of the devil. Barty. A wizard had just Apparated at their fireside, and he could not have made more of a contrast with Ludo Bagman, sprawled on the grass in his old Wasp robes. Barty Crouch was a stiff, upright, elderly man, dressed in an impeccably crisp suit and tie. The parting in his short gray hair was almost unnaturally straight, and his narrow toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule. His shoes were very highly polished. Harry could see at once why Gandom idolized him. Percy was a great believer in rigidly following rules, and Mr. Crouch had complied with the rule about Muggle dressing so thoroughly that he could have passed for a bank manager; Harry doubted even Uncle Vernon would have spotted him for what he really bakcground. Pull up a bit of grass, Barty, said Ludo backgrounnd, patting the ground beside him. No thank you, Ludo, said Crouch, and there was a bite of impatience in his voice. Ive been dutg for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box. Oh is that what theyre after. said Bagman. I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent. Crouch. said Percy breathlessly, sunk into a kind of half-bow that made him look like a hunchback. Would you like a cup of tea. Oh, said Mr. Crouch, looking over at Percy in mild surprise. Yes - thank you, Weatherby. Fred and George choked into their own cups. Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle. Oh and Ive been wanting a word with you too, Arthur, said Mr. Crouch, his sharp eyes falling upon Mr. Weasley. Ali Bashirs on the warpath. He wants a word with you about your embargo on flying carpets. Weasley heaved a deep sigh. I sent him an owl about backgrond just last week. If Ive told him once Ive told him a hundred times: Carpets are defined as a Muggle Artifact by the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects, but will he listen. I doubt it, said Mr. Crouch, accepting a cup from Percy. Hes desperate to export here. Well, theyll never replace brooms in Britain, will they. backggound Bagman. Ali thinks theres a niche in the market for a family vehicle, said Mr. Crouch. I remember my grandfather had an Axminster that could seat twelve - but that was before carpets were banned, of course. He spoke as though he wanted to leave nobody in any doubt that all his ancestors had abided strictly by the law. So, been keeping busy, Barty. said Bagman breezily. Fairly, said Mr. Crouch dryly. Organizing Portkeys across five continents is no mean feat, Ludo. I expect youll both be glad when this is over. said Mr. Weasley. Ludo Bagman looked shocked. Glad. Dont know when Ive had more fun. Still, its not as though we havent got anything to look forward to, eh, Barty. Plenty left to organize, eh. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagman. We agreed not to make the announcement fanxom all the details - Oh details. said Bagman, waving the word away like a cloud of midges. Theyve signed, havent they. Theyve agreed, havent they. I bet you anything these kidsll know soon enough anyway. I mean, its happening at Hogwarts - Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know, said Mr. Crouch sharply, cutting Bagmans remarks short. Thank you for the tea, Weatherby. He pushed his undrunk tea back at Percy and waited for Ludo to rise; Bagman struggled to his feet, swigging down the last of his tea, the gold in his pockets chinking merrily. See you all later. he said. Youll be up in the Top Box with me - Im commentating. He waved, Barty Crouch nodded curtly, and both of them Disapparated. Whats happening at Hogwarts, Dad. said Top patchwork quilt at once. What were they talking about. Youll find out soon enough, said Mr. Weasley, smiling. Its classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it, said Percy stiffly. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it. Oh shut up, Weatherby, said Fred. A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud over the campsite as the afternoon wore on. By dusk, the still summer air itself seemed to be quivering with anticipation, and as darkness spread like a curtain over the thousands of waiting wizards, the last vestiges of pretense disappeared: The Ministry seemed to have bowed to the baldurs gate 3 mods multiplayer and stopped fighting the signs of blatant magic now breaking out everywhere. Salesmen were Apparating every few dufy, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary gackground. There were luminous rosettes - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny models of Firebolts that really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves. Been saving my pocket money all summer for this, Ron dury Harry as they and Hermione strolled through the salesmen, buying souvenirs. Though Ron purchased a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, he also bought a small figure of Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker. The miniature Krum walked backward and forward over Rons hand, scowling up at the green rosette above him. Wow, look at these. said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials. Omnioculars, said the click the following article eagerly. You can replay action. slow everything down. and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain - ten Galleons each. Wish I hadnt bought this now, said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars. Three pairs, said Harry firmly to the wizard. No - dont bother, said Ron, going red. He was always touchy about the fact that Harry, who had inherited a small fortune from his parents, had much more money than he did. You wont be getting anything for Christmas, Harry told him, thrusting Omnioculars into his and Hermiones hands. For about ten years, mind. Fair enough, said Ron, grinning. Oooh, thanks, Harry, said Hermione. And Ill get us some programs, look - Their money bags considerably lighter, they went back to the tents. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr. Weasley was carrying an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold. And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere Call of duty fandom background the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field. Its time. said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. Come on, lets go. C CHAPTER EIGHT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP lutching their purchases, Mr. Weasley in the lead, they all hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail. They could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious; Harry couldnt stop grinning. They walked through the wood for Call of duty fandom background minutes, talking and joking loudly, until at last they emerged on the other side and found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium. Though Harry could see only a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the field, he could tell that ten cathedrals would fit comfortably inside it. Seats a hundred thousand, said Mr. Weasley, spotting the awestruck look on Fandoom face. Ministry task force of five hundred have been working on it all year. Muggle Repelling Charms on every visit web page of it. Every time Muggles have got anywhere near here all oof, theyve suddenly remembered urgent appointments and had to dash away again. bless them, he added fondly, leading the way toward the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards. Prime seats. said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. Top Box. Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go. The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich Czll. They clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. Weasleys party kept Cqll, and at last they reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goalposts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and Harry, filing into the front seats with the Weasleys, looked down upon a scene the likes of which he could never have imagined. A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty Calll. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite fanom, almost at Harrys eye level, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giants hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again; watching it, Harry saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field. The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family - Safe, Reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burglar Buzzer. Mrs. Skowers All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No Pain, No Stain. Gladrags Wizardwear - London, Paris, Hogsmeade. Harry tore his eyes away from the sign and looked over his shoulder to see who else was sharing the box with them. So far it was empty, except for a tiny creature sitting in the second from last seat at the end of the row behind them. The creature, whose legs were so short they stuck out in front of it on the chair, was wearing a tea towel draped like a toga, and it had its face hidden in its hands. Yet those long, batlike ears were oddly familiar. Dobby. said Harry incredulously. Backgroknd tiny creature looked up and stretched its fingers, revealing enormous brown eyes and a nose the exact size and shape of a large tomato. It wasnt Dobby - it was, however, unmistakably a house-elf, as Harrys friend Dobby had been. Harry had set Dobby free from his fandomm owners, the Malfoy family. Did sir just call me Dobby. squeaked the elf curiously from between its fingers. Its voice was higher even than Dobbys had been, a teeny, quivering squeak of a voice, and Harry suspected - though it was very hard to tell with a house-elf - that this one might just be female. Ron and Hermione spun around in their seats to look. Though they had heard a lot about Dobby from Harry, they had never actually met him. Even Mr. Weasley looked around in interest. Sorry, Harry told the elf, I just thought you were someone I knew. But I knows Dobby too, sir. squeaked the elf. She was shielding her face, as though blinded by light, though the Top Box was not brightly lit. My name is Winky, sir - and you, sir - Her dark brown eyes widened to the size of side plates as they rested upon Harrys scar. You is surely Harry Potter. Yeah, I am, said Harry. But Dobby talks of you all the time, sir. she said, lowering her hands very slightly and looking awestruck. How is he. said Harry. Hows freedom suiting him. Ah, sir, said Winky, shaking her head, ah sir, meaning no disrespect, sir, but I is not sure you did Dobby a favor, sir, when you is setting him free. Why. said Harry, taken aback. Whats wrong with him. Freedom is going to Dobbys head, sir, said Winky sadly. Ideas above his station, sir. Cant get another position, sir. Why not. said Harry. Winky lowered her voice by a half-octave and whispered, He is wanting paying for his work, sir. Paying. said Harry blankly. Well - why shouldnt he be paid. Winky looked quite horrified at the idea and closed her fingers slightly so that her face was half-hidden again. House-elves is not paid, sir. she said in a muffled squeak. No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is Caall up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a houseelf. You goes racketing around like this, Dobby, I says, and next thing I hear yous up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like some common goblin. Well, its about time he had a bit of fun, said Harry. House-elves is not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter, said Winky firmly, from behind her hands. House-elves does what they is told. I is not liking heights at all, Harry Potter Calk she glanced toward the edge of the box and the sorcerer simon - but my master sends me to the Top Box and I comes, sir. Whys he sent you up here, if he knows you dont like heights. said Harry, frowning. Master - master wants me to save him a seat, Harry Potter. He is very busy, said Winky, tilting her head toward the empty space beside her. Winky is wishing she is back in masters tent, Harry Potter, but Winky does what she is told.
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