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“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 hardy clothes . bagman rubbish like that,” percy hissed, but bagman didn’t seem to think the wand was rubbish at all; 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 haven’t seen one that convincing in years! i’d pay five galleons for that!”

percy froze in an attitude of stunned disapproval.

“boys,” said mr. weasley under his breath, “i don’t want you betting…. that’s all your savings …. your mother -”

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“wish i hadn’t 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 - don’t 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 won’t be getting anything for christmas,” harry told him, thrusting omnioculars into his and hermione’s hands. “for about ten years, mind.”

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their money bags considerably lighter, they went back to the tents.

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.

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she had trodden on the giant slug, which burst. her scolding carried after them on the still air, mingling with the little tru religion 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 -”

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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.

harry had been on the gryffindor house quidditch team ever since his first year at hogwarts and owned one of the best racing brooms in the world, a firebolt. flying came more naturally to harry than anything else in the magical world, and he played in the position of seeker on the gryffindor house team.

mr. weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, and by the time they had finished, moths were fashion jeans mens fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. harry was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as he watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by crookshanks.

ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy talking, then he said very quietly to harry, “so - have you heard from sirius lately?”

hermione looked around, listening closely.

“yeah,” said harry softly, “twice. he sounds okay. i wrote to him yesterday. he might write back while i’m here.”

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“not to worry, i can sort him out!” he yelled, advancing on dudley with his wand outstretched, but aunt petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of dudley, shielding him from mr. weasley.

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“now really!” said mr. weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. “i’m trying to help!”

bellowing like a wounded hippo, uncle vernon snatched up another ornament.

“not to worry, i can sort him out!” he yelled, advancing on dudley with his wand outstretched, but aunt petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of dudley, shielding him from mr. weasley.

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“now really!” said mr. weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. “i’m trying to help!”

bellowing like a wounded hippo, uncle vernon snatched up another ornament.

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before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and mr. weasley appeared out of thin air at george’s shoulder. he was looking angrier than harry had ever seen him.

“that wasn’t funny fred!” he shouted. “what on earth did you give that muggle boy?”

“i didn’t give him anything,” said fred, with another evil grin. i just dropped it…. it was his fault he went and ate it, i never told him to.”

“you dropped it on purpose!” roared mr. weasley. “you knew he’d eat it, you knew he was on a diet -”

“how big did his tongue get?” george asked eagerly.

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