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"Ouch!" yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. "It got me."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Malfoy.
Dimly, he could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed.
"Arthur - I've been so worried - so worried-"
"Oh hurry up," Ron moaned, beside Harry, "I could eat a hippogriff."
"No!" he said. "Winky? Conjure the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how! She'd need a wand, for a start!"
"Teaching," said Moody.
Mr. Diggory's head looked around at Mrs. Weasley.
There was a terrified silence in the entrance hall. Nobody but Moody was moving a muscle. Moody turned to look at Harry -- at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry; the other one was pointing into the back of his head.
"But they get paid?" she said. "They get holidays, don't they? And - and sick leave, and pensions, and everything?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George set off for the entrance hall, Fred and George debating the ways in which Dumbledore might stop those who were under seventeen from entering the tournament.
"Ouch! Mum - you're strangling us -"
Hermione and Ginny came hurrying toward them, pulling coats over their nightdresses, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out.
Just then there was another pop, and Ludo Bagman Apparated right next to Mr. Weasley.
"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"
Mr. Weasley woke them after only a few hours sleep. He used magic to pack up the tents, and they left the campsite as quickly as possible, passing Mr. Roberts at the door of his cottage. Mr. Roberts had a strange, dazed look about him, and he waved them off with a vague "Merry Christmas."
"Arthur tried to borrow Ministry cars for us," Mrs. Weasley whispered to Harry as they stood in the rain-washed yard, watching the taxi drivers heaving six heavy Hogwarts trunks into their cars. "But there weren't any to spare. . . . Oh dear, they don't look happy, do they?";