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"I shouted at you before you left!" Mrs. Weasley said, starting to sob. "It's all I've
"No," said Mr. Weasley. "We found Barry Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conured the Mark."
"Who's that?" he said, blinking down at them, trying to make out their faces. "What are you doing in here, all alone?"
"And unless I'm much mistaken, Mostafa is actually attempting to send off the Bulgarian team mascots!" said Bagman's voice. "Now there's something we haven't seen before. . .
"What's going to happen to Winky?" said Hermione, the moment they had left the clearing.
"Ah, no, I don't believe it. . . I've lost my wand!"
Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual. Hagrid, of course, was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall floor, but there was another empty chair too, and Harry couldn't think who else was missing.
Hermione got up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice.
They looked at one another, surprised.
"Mum, you've given me Ginny's new dress," said Ron, handing it out to her.
Mr. Diggory handed Harry his wand and Harry pocketed it.
"Look at Lynch!" Harry yelled.
"Ah, yeah, that can happen when they blast off," said Hagrid, nodding.
But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley chivvied them toward the train doors.
"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" roared Bagman.
"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!" said Hermione indignantly. "It's slavery, that's what it is! That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn't anyone do something about it?",
"Complaining about security at the World Cup," said Percy. "They want compensation for their ruined property. Mundungus Fletcher's put in a claim for a twelve-bedroomed tent with en-suite Jacuzzi, but I've got his number. I know for a fact he was sleeping under a cloak propped on sticks."。