jkrowling.harrypotterandgf-第13节

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ere　now　。。。nine　people；　two　of　them　grown　men；　clutching　this　manky　old　boot　in　the　semidarkness；　waiting。。。
　　　〃Three。。。〃　muttered　Mr。　Weasley；　one　eye　still　on　his　watch；　two。。。　one。。。〃
　　　It　happened　immediately：　Harry　felt　as　though　a　hook　just　behind　his　navel　had　been　suddenly　jerked　irresistibly　forward。　His　feet　left　the　ground；　he　could　feel　Ron　and　Hermione　on　either　side　of　him；　their　shoulders　banging　into　his；　they　were　all　speeding　forward　in　a　howl　of　wind　and　swirling　color；　his　forefinger　was　stuck　to　the　boot　as　though　it　was　pulling　him　magnetically　onward　and　then…
　　　His　feet　slammed　into　the　ground；　Ron　staggered　into　him　and　he　fell　over；　the　Portkey　hit　the　ground　near　his　head　with　a　heavy　thud。
　　　Harry　looked　up。　Mr。　Weasley；　Mr。　Diggory；　and　Cedric　were　still　standing；　though　looking　very　windswept；　everybody　else　was　on　the　ground。
　　　〃Seven　past　five　from　Stoatshead　Hill；〃　said　a　voice。
　　　
　　　
　　　CHAPTER　SEVEN
　　　BAGMAN　AND　CROUCH
　　　
　　　Harry　disentangled　himself　from　Ron　and　got　to　his　feet。　They　had　arrived　on　what　appeared　to　be　a　deserted　stretch　of　misty　moor。　In　front　of　them　was　a　pair　of　tired　and　grumpy…looking　wizards；　one　of　whom　was　holding　a　large　gold　watch；　the　other　a　thick　roll　of　parchment　and　a　quill。　Both　were　dressed　as　Muggles；　though　very　inexpertly：　The　man　with　the　watch　wore　a　tweed　suit　with　thigh…length　galoshes；　his　colleague；　a　kilt　and　a　poncho。
　　　〃Morning；　Basil；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　picking　up　the　boot　and　handing　it　to　the　kilted　wizard；　who　threw　it　into　a　large　box　of　used　Portkeys　beside　him；　Harry　could　see　an　old　newspaper；　an　empty　drinks　can；　and　a　punctured　football。
　　　〃Hello　there；　Arthur；〃　said　Basil　wearily。　〃Not　on　duty；　eh？　It's　all　right　for　some。。。　We've　been　here　all　night。。。　You'd　better　get　out　of　the　way；　we've　got　a　big　party　ing　in　from　the　Black　Forest　at　five　fifteen。　Hang　on；　I'll　find　your　campsite。。。　Weasley　。。。Weasley。。。〃　He　consulted　his　parchment　list。　〃About　a　quarter　of　a　mile's　walk　over　there；　first　field　you　e　to。　Site　manager's　called　Mr。　Roberts。　Diggory　。。。second　field　。。。ask　for　Mr。　Payne。〃
　　　〃Thanks；　Basil；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　and　he　beckoned　everyone　to　follow　him。
　　　They　set　off　across　the　deserted　moor；　unable　to　make　out　much　through　the　mist。　After　about　twenty　minutes；　a　small　stone　cottage　next　to　a　gate　swam　into　view。　Beyond　it；　Harry　could　just　make　out　the　ghostly　shapes　of　hundreds　and　hundreds　of　tents；　rising　up　the　gentle　slope　of　a　large　field　toward　a　dark　wood　on　the　horizon。　They　said　good…bye　to　the　Diggorys　and　approached　the　cottage　door。
　　　A　man　was　standing　in　the　doorway；　looking　out　at　the　tents。　Harry　knew　at　a　glance　that　this　was　the　only　real　Muggle　for　several　acres。　When　he　heard　their　footsteps；　he　turned　his　head　to　look　at　them。
　　　〃Morning！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　brightly。
　　　〃Morning；〃　said　the　Muggle。
　　　〃Would　you　be　Mr。　Roberts？〃
　　　〃Aye；　I　would；〃　said　Mr。　Roberts。　〃And　who're　you？〃
　　　〃Weasley…two　tents；　booked　a　couple　of　days　ago？〃
　　　〃Aye；〃　said　Mr。　Roberts；　consulting　a　list　tacked　to　the　door。　〃You've　got　a　space　up　by　the　wood　there。　Just　the　one　night？〃
　　　〃That's　it；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley。
　　　〃You'll　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　one's　a…a…a　ten？　Ah　yes；　I　see　the　little　number　on　it　now。。。　So　this　is　a　five？〃
　　　〃A　twenty；〃　Harry　corrected　him　in　an　undertone；　unfortably　aware　of　Mr。　Roberts　trying　to　catch　every　word。
　　　〃Ah　yes；　so　it　is。。。　I　don't　know；　these　little　bits　of　paper。。。〃
　　　〃You　foreign？〃　said　Mr。　Roberts　as　Mr。　Weasley　returned　with　the　correct　notes。
　　　〃Foreign？〃　repeated　Mr。　Weasley；　puzzled。
　　　〃You're　not　the　first　one　who's　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。
　　　Mr。　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　Mr。　Roberts　didn't　give　it　to　him。
　　　〃Aye；〃　he　said　thoughtfully。　〃People　from　all　over。　Loads　of　foreigners。　And　not　just　foreigners。　Weirdos；　you　know？　There's　a　bloke　walking　'round　in　a　kilt　and　a　poncho。〃
　　　〃Shouldn't　he？〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　anxiously
　　　〃It's　like　some　sort　of。。。　I　dunno　。。。like　some　sort　of　rally；〃　said　Mr。　Roberts。　〃They　all　seem　to　know　each　other。　Like　a　big　party。〃
　　　At　that　moment；　a　wizard　in　plus…fours　appeared　out　of　thin　air　next　to　Mr。　Roberts's　front　door。
　　　〃Obliviate！〃　he　said　sharply；　pointing　his　wand　at　Mr。　Roberts。
　　　Instantly；　Mr。　Roberts's　eyes　slid　out　of　focus；　his　brows　unknitted；　and　a　took　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　acpanied　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　Bagman's　not　helping。　Trotting　around　talking　about　Bludgers　and　Quaffles　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　not　a　worry　about　anti…Muggle　security　Blimey；　I'll　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；　shouldn't　he？〃
　　　〃He　should；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling；　and　leading　them　through　the　gates　into　the　campsite；　〃but　Ludo's　always　been　a　bit　。。。well。。。　lax　about　security。　You　couldn't　wish　for　a　more　enthusiastic　head　of　the　sports　department　though。　He　played　Quidditch　for　England　himself；　you　know。　And　he　was　the　best　Beater　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。　A　little　farther　on　they　passed　a　tent　that　had　three　floors　and　several　turrets；　and　a　short　way　beyond　that　was　a　tent　that　had　a　front　garden　attached；　plete　with　birdbath；　sundial；　and　fountain。
　　　〃Always　the　same；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　smiling。　〃We　can't　resist　showing　off　when　we　get　together。　Ah；　here　we　are；　look；　this　is　us。〃
　　　They　had　reached　the　very　edge　of　the　wood　at　the　top　of　the　field；　and　here　was　an　empty　space；　with　a　small　sign　hammered　into　the　ground　that　read　WEEZLY。
　　　〃Couldn't　have　a　better　spot！〃　said　Mr。　Weasley　happily。　〃The　field　is　just　on　the　other　side　of　the　wood　there；　we're　as　close　as　we　could　be。〃　He　hoisted　his　backpack　from　his　shoulders。　〃Right；〃　he　said　excitedly；　〃no　magic　allowed；　strictly　speaking；　not　when　we're　out　in　these　numbers　on　Muggle　land。　We'll　be　putting　these　tents　up　by　hand！　Shouldn't　be　too　difficult。。。　Muggles　do　it　all　the　time。。。　Here；　Harry；　where　do　you　reckon　we　should　start？〃
　　　Harry　had　never　been　camping　in　his　life；　the　Dursleys　had　never　taken　him　on　any　kind　of　holiday；　preferring　to　leave　him　with　Mrs。　Figg；　an　old　neighbor。　However；　he　and　Hermione　worked　out　where　most　of　the　poles　and　pegs　should　go；　and　though　Mr。　Weasley　was　more　of　a　hindrance　than　a　help；　because　he　got　thoroughly　overexcited　when　it　came　to　using　the　mallet；　they　finally　managed　to　erect　a　pair　of　shabby　two…man　tents。
　　　All　of　them　stood　back　to　admire　their　handiwork。　Nobody　looking　at　these　tents　would　guess　they　belonged　to　wizards；　Harry　thought；　but　the　trouble　was　that　once　Bill；　Charlie；　and　Percy　arrived；　they　would　be　a　party　of　ten。　Hermione　seemed　to　have　spotted　this　problem　too；　she　gave　Harry　a　quizzical　look　as　Mr。　Weasley　dropped　to　his　hands　and　knees　and　entered　the　first　tent。
　　　〃We'll　be　a　bit　cramped；〃　he　called；　〃but　I　think　we'll　all　squeeze　in。　e　and　have　a　look。〃
　　　Harry　bent　down；　ducked　under　the　tent　flap；　and　felt　his　jaw　drop。　He　had　walked　into　what　looked　like　an　old…fashioned；　three　room　flat；　plete　with　bathroom　and　kitchen。　Oddly　enough；　it　was　furnished　in　exactly　the　same　sort　of　style　as　Mrs。　Figg's　house：　There　were　crocheted　covers　on　the　mismatched　chairs　and　a　strong　smell　of　cats。
　　　〃Well；　it's　not　for　long；〃　said　Mr。　Weasley；　mopping　his　bald　patch　with　a　handkerchief　and　peering　in　at　the　four　bunk　beds　that