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"Oh your father's coming!" she said suddenly, looking up at the clock again.
There was silence for a moment. Then Bill, removing the sheet from his arm to check on his cut, said, "Well, it didn't help us tonight, whoever conjured it. It scared the Death Eaters away the moment they saw it. They all Disapparated before we'd got near enough to unmask any of them. We caught the Robertses before they hit the ground, though. They're having their memories modified right now."
"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.
Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Weasley.
But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley chivvied them toward the train doors.
"Homework," said Fred vaguely.
"They must go to Beauxbatons," said Hermione. "You know... Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
"Well, it is a bit long, dear," said Mrs. Weasley gently. "If you'd just let me -"
Lynch got to his feet at last, to loud cheers from the green-clad supporters, mounted his
"He knew they were never going to catch up!" Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. "The Irish Chasers were too good. . . . He wanted to end it on his terms, that's all. . .
"No," said Harry, "missed."
"Maybe they couldn't get anyone!" said Hermione, looking anxious.
"Honestly!" said Hermione, and she and Harry grabbed Ron firmly by the arms, wheeled him around, and marched him away. By the time the sounds of the veela and their admirers had faded completely, they were in the very heart of the wood. They seemed to be alone now; everything was much quieter.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said,
Rain lashed against the living room window. Hermione was immersed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, copies of which Mrs. Weasley had bought for her, Harry, and Ron in Diagon Alley. Charlie was darning a fireproof balaclava. Harry was polishing his Firebolt, the broomstick servicing kit Hermione had given him for his thirteenth birthday open at his feet. Fred and George were sitting in a far corner, quills out, talking in whispers, their heads bent over a piece of parchment.