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And whore you. Weasley - two bake, booked a couple of days ago. Apex deck brake, said Mr. Roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door. Youve got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night. Thats it, said Mr. Weasley. Youll be paying now, then. said Mr. Roberts. Ah - right - certainly - said Mr. Weasley. He retreated a short distance from the cottage and beckoned Harry toward him. Help me, Harry, he muttered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to peel the notes apart. This ones a - a - a ten. Ah yes, I see the little Apwx on it now. So this is a five. A twenty, Harry corrected him in an undertone, uncomfortably aware of Mr. Roberts trying to catch every word. Ah yes, so it is. I dont know, these little bits of paper. You foreign. said Mr. Roberts as Mr. Weasley returned with the correct notes. Foreign. repeated Mr. Weasley, puzzled. Youre not the first one whos had trouble with money, said Mr. Roberts, scrutinizing Mr. Weasley closely. I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago. Did you really. said Mr. Weasley nervously. Roberts rummaged around in a tin for some change. Never been this crowded, he said suddenly, looking out over the misty field again. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up. Is that right. said Mr. Weasley, his hand held out for his change, but New download pubg year game. Roberts didnt give it to him. Aye, he said thoughtfully. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know. Theres a bloke walking round in a hrake and a poncho. Shouldnt he. said Mr. Weasley anxiously. Its like some sort of. I dunno. like some sort of rally, said Mr. Roberts. They xeck seem to know each other. Like barke big party. At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr. Robertss front door. Obliviate. he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts. Instantly, Mr. Robertss eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a look of dreamy unconcern fell over his face. Harry recognized the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified. A map of the campsite for you, Mr. Roberts said placidly to Mr. Weasley. And your change. Thanks very much, said Mr. Weasley. The wizard in plus-fours accompanied them toward the gate to the campsite. He looked exhausted: His chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once out of earshot of Mr. Roberts, he muttered to Mr. Weasley, Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Learn more here not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, Ill be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur. He Disapparated. I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports, said Ginny, looking surprised. He should know better than to talk about Bludgers near Muggles, shouldnt he. He should, said Mr. Weasley, smiling, and leading them through the gates into the campsite, but Ludos always ceck a bit. well. lax about security. You couldnt wish for a more enthusiastic Head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Dwck the Wimbourne Wasps ever had. They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents. Most looked almost ordinary; their owners had clearly tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, but had slipped up by adding chimneys, or bellpulls, or weather vanes. However, here and there was a tent so obviously magical that Harry could hardly be surprised that Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious. Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. 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But weve got an oven, said Ron. Why cant we just - Ron, anti-Muggle security. said Mr. Weasley, his face shining with anticipation. When real Muggles camp, they cook on fires outdoors. Ive seen them at it. After a quick tour of the girls tent, which was slightly smaller than the boys, though without the smell of cats, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off across the campsite with the kettle and saucepans. Now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, they could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. They made their way slowly through the rows, staring eagerly around. It was only just dawning on Harry how many witches and wizards there must be in the world; he had never really braoe much about those in other countries. 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. 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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 Ministrys not too happy. Ah, why shouldnt we show our colors. said Mrs. Finnigan. You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. Youll 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 wed say anything else surrounded by that lot. I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. said Hermione. 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