Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Дж. К. Роулинг
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Название: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Автор: Дж. К. Роулинг
Издательство: Pottermore limited
Жанр: Зарубежное фэнтези
Серия: Harry Potter
isbn: 978-1-78110-567-2
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‘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 coming 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 come 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 towards a dark wood on the horizon. They said goodbye 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 towards 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, uncomfortably 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, scrutinising 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 look of dreamy unconcern fell over his face. Harry recognised the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified.
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