The Quidditch World Cup

           Clutchingtheirpurchases,Mr.Weasleyinthelead,theyallhurriedintothewood,followingthelantern-littrail.Theycouldhearthesoundsofthousandsofpeoplemovingaroundthem,shoutsandlaughter,snatchesofsinging.Theatmosphereoffeverishexcitementwashighlyinfectious;Harrycouldn’tstopgrinning.Theywalkedthroughthewoodfortwentyminutes,talkingandjokingloudly,untilatlasttheyemergedontheothersideandfoundthemselvesintheshadowofagiganticstadium.ThoughHarrycouldseeonlyafractionoftheimmensegoldwallssurroundingthefield,hecouldtellthattencathedralswouldfitcomfortablyinsideit.

           "Seatsahundredthousand,"saidMr.Weasley,spottingtheawestrucklookonHarry’sface."Ministrytaskforceoffivehundredhavebeenworkingonitallyear.MuggleRepellingCharmsoneveryinchofit.EverytimeMuggleshavegotanywherenearhereallyear,they’vesuddenlyrememberedurgentappointmentsandhadtodashawayagain...blessthem,"headdedfondly,leadingthewaytowardthenearestentrance,whichwasalreadysurroundedbyaswarmofshoutingwitchesandwizards.

           "Primeseats!"saidtheMinistrywitchattheentrancewhenshecheckedtheirtickets."TopBox!Straightupstairs,Arthur,andashighasyoucango."

           Thestairsintothestadiumwerecarpetedinrichpurple.Theyclamberedupwardwiththerestofthecrowd,whichslowlyfilteredawaythroughdoorsintothestandstotheirleftandright.Mr.

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