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"Gran didn't want to go," he said miserably. "Wouldn't buy tickets. It sounded amazing though."
They looked at one another, surprised.
Hagrid pointed down into the crates.
"Yeah," said Ron, a faraway look on his face. "Yeah, a thousand Galleons. . ."
Harry's hair stopped blowing about. He raised his head a little higher. The wizard in front of him had lowered his wand. He rolled over and saw Mr. Weasley striding toward them, looking terrified.
"Imagine if your dad catches Lucius Malfoy," said Harry, sitting down next to Ron and watching the small figure of Krum slouching over the fallen leaves. "He's always said he'd like to get something on him."
More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.
"Oh, stood over there, did they?" said Mr. Crouch, turning his popping eyes on Hermione now, disbelief etched all over his face. "Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy -"
"About time," said Ron, seizing his knife and fork and looking expectantly at his golden plate.
"Into the Great Hall, come on!"
But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley chivvied them toward the train doors.
"Mad-Eye didn't use his wand? He didn't actually attack anyone?"
"Don't - say - his - name!" Ron hissed through gritted teeth.
and I heard he's been getting really paranoid in his old age. Doesn't trust anyone anymore. Sees Dark wizards everywhere."
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling.