Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to steep in Ron's room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley.
“Time to go, Harry, dear,” she whispered, moving away to wake Ron.
Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him. At the foot of Harry's mattress he saw two large, disheveled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets.
“'S time already?” said Fred groggily.
They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as the boys entered and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.
“What d'you think?” he asked anxiously. “We're supposed to go incognito - do I look like a Muggle, Harry?”
“Yeah,” said Harry, smiling, “very good.”
“Where're Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?” said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.
“Well, they're Apparating, aren't they?” said Mrs. Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. “So they can have a bit of a lie-in.”
Harry knew that Apparating meant disappearing from one place and reappearing almost instantly in another, but had never known any Hogwarts student to do it, and understood that it was very difficult.
“So they're still in bed?” said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge toward him. “Why can't we Apparate too?”
“Because you're not of age and you haven't passed your test,” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “And where have those girls got to?”
She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs.
“You have to pass a test to Apparate?” Harry asked.
“Oh yes,” said Mr. Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. “The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done property it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves.”
Everyone around the table except Harry winced.
“Er - splinched?” said Harry.
“They left half of themselves behind,” said Mr. Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. “So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind…..”
Harry had a sudden vision of a pair of legs and an eyeball lying abandoned on the pavement of Privet Drive.
“Were they okay?” he asked, startled.
“Oh yes,” said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly. “But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms - slower, but safer.”
“But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?”
“Charlie had to take the test twice,” said Fred, grinning. “He failed the first time. Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?”
“Yes, well, he passed the second time,” said Mrs. Weasley, marching back into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.
“Percy only passed two weeks ago,” said George. “He's been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can.”
There were footsteps down the passageway and Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.
“Why do we have to be up so early?” Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.
“We've got a bit of a walk,” said Mr. Weasley.
“Walk?” said Harry. “What, are we walking to the World Cup?”
“No, no, that's miles away,” said Mr. Weasley, smiling. “We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup…”
“George!” said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped.
“What?” said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.
“What is that in your pocket?”
“Nothing!”
“Don't you lie to me!”
Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, “Accio!”
Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.
“We told you to destroy them!” said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. “We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!”
It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.
“Accio! Accio! Accio!” she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.
“We spent six months developing those!” Fred shouted at his mother as she threw the toffees away.
“Oh a fine way to spend six months!” she shrieked. “No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s!”
All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly as they took their departure. Mrs. Weasley was still glowering as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, though not nearly as much as the twins, who had each hoisted their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without a word to her.
“Well, have a lovely time,” said Mrs. Weasley, “and behave yourselves,” she called after the twins’ retreating backs, but they did not look back or answer. “I'll send Bill, Charlie, and Percy along around midday,” Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, as he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny set off across the dark yard after Fred and George.
It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer. Harry, having been thinking about thousands of wizards speeding toward the Quidditch World Cup, sped up to walk with Mr. Weasley.
“So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?” he asked.
“It's been a massive organizational problem,” sighed Mr. Weasley. “The trouble is, about a hundred thousand wizards turn up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. There are places Muggles can't penetrate, but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or platform nine and three-quarters. So we had to find a nice deserted moor, and set up as many anti-Muggle precautions as possible. The whole Ministry's been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. A limited number use Muggle transport, but we can't have too many clogging up their buses and trains - remember, wizards are coming from all over the world. Some Apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well away from Muggles. I believe there's a handy wood they're using as the Apparition point. For those who don't want to Apparate, or can't, we use Portkeys. They're objects that are used to transport wizards from one spot to another at a prearranged time. You can do large groups at a time if you need to. There have been two hundred Portkeys placed at strategic points around Britain, and the nearest one to us is up at the top of Stoatshead Hill, so that's where we're headed.”
Mr. Weasley pointed ahead of them, where a large black mass rose beyond the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.
“What sort of objects are Portkeys?” said Harry curiously.
“Well, they can be anything,” said Mr. Weasley. “Unobtrusive things, obviously, so Muggles don't go picking them up and playing with them…stuff they'll just think is litter….”
They trudged down the dark, dank lane toward the village, the silence broken only by their footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as they made their way through the village, its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue. Harry's hands and feet were freezing. Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch.
They didn't have breath to spare for talking as they began to climb Stoatshead Hill, stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes, slipping on thick black tuffets of grass. Each breath Harry took was sharp in his chest and his legs were starting to seize up when, at last, his feet found level ground.
“Whew,” panted Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater. “Well, we've made good time - we've got ten minutes.”
Hermione came over the crest of the hill last, clutching a stitch in her side.
“Now we just need the Portkey,” said Mr. Weasley, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. “It won't be big….Come on…”
They spread out, searching. They had only been at it for a couple of minutes, however, when a shout rent the still air.
“Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it.”
Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.
“Amos!” said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted. The rest of them followed.
Mr. Weasley was shaking hands with a ruddy-faced wizard with a scrubby brown beard, who was holding a moldy-looking old boot in his other hand.
“This is Amos Diggory, everyone,” said Mr. Weasley. “He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?”
Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen. He was Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team at Hogwarts.
“Hi,” said Cedric, looking around at them all.
Everybody said hi back except Fred and George, who merely nodded. They had never quite forgiven Cedric for beating their team, Gryffindor, in the first Quidditch match of the previous year.
“Long walk, Arthur?” Cedric's father asked. “Not too bad,” said Mr. Weasley. “We live just on the other side of the village there. You?”
“Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still…not complaining…Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons - and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy.…” Amos Diggory peered good-naturedly around at the three Weasley boys, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. “All these yours, Arthur?”
“Oh no, only the redheads,” said Mr. Weasley, pointing out his children. “This is Hermione, friend of Ron's - and Harry, another friend -”
“Merlin's beard,” said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening. “Harry? Harry Potter?”
“Er - yeah,” said Harry.
Harry was used to people looking curiously at him when they met him, used to the way their eyes moved at once to the lightning scar on his forehead, but it always made him feel uncomfortable.
“Ced's talked about you, of course,” said Amos Diggory. “Told us all about playing against you last year…I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will….You beat Harry Potter!”
Harry couldn't think of any reply to this, so he remained silent. Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked slightly embarrassed.
“Harry fell off his broom, Dad,” he muttered. I told you…it was an accident….”
“Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?” roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. “Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman…but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!”
“Must be nearly time,” said Mr. Weasley quickly, pulling out his watch again. “Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?”
“No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets,” said Mr. Diggory. “There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?”
“Not that I know of,” said Mr. Weasley. “Yes, it's a minute off…We'd better get ready….”
He looked around at Harry and Hermione.
“You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do -”
With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the nine of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory.
They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke. It suddenly occurred to Harry how odd this would look if a Muggle were to walk up here 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.
当哈利被威斯里太太摇醒时，他觉得他几乎没有在罗恩的房间睡着似的。
“亲爱的哈利，该走了。”她小声说完后就走开去叫罗恩起床了。
哈利到处摸索着找他的眼镜，找到后戴上并坐了起来。外面仍然很黑，当他妈妈叫醒他时，罗恩含糊地抱怨。在哈利的床角，他看到两个大大的，凌乱的东西从毛毯边冒了出来。
“时间到了吗？”佛来德摇摇摆摆地问。
他们安静地一边穿好衣服，一边打着阿吹。因为大家都太困了，都不想说话。然后他们一行四人沿着楼梯走进了厨房。
威斯里太太正在搅拌着火炉上的大锅，而威斯里先生坐在桌子边，看着一叠很大的羊皮纸做成的票子。当男孩们进来时，他抬起头，张开他的双臂。这样，他们能更清楚地观察他的衣服。他穿着一件适于打高尔夫球的衬衣，一条很旧的牛仔裤，而且那条牛仔裤有点大，他得束上一条牛皮皮带才能勒紧裤头。
“怎么样？”他紧张地问：“我们得隐姓埋名，哈利，你觉得我看起来像个马格吗？”
“比尔、查理和伯希去哪里了？”乔治问，打了个大大的呵吹。
“他们会移身术，对吧？”威斯里太太过说边把那个大锅放在桌子上，开始往碗里倒粥。“这样他们就能睡懒觉。”
哈利知道移身术是很难的，那意味着从一个地方消失，然后马上出现在另一个地方。
“那么他们还在床上喽。”说：“为什么我们不会移身术呢？”
“因为你还没到那年龄，而且你还没通过考试。”威斯里太太打断地，“那些女孩们都去哪里了？”
她冲出厨房，然后传来爬楼梯的声音。
“学会移身术必须通过考试吗？”哈利问。
“噢，是的，”威斯里先生说，并小心翼翼地把票放进他牛仔裤后面的裤袋子里。“一些人几天前被魔法交通部罚款，因为他们用了移身术却又没有执照。移身术是不简单的，如果做得不好的话，会导致很严重的后果。我所说的那两个人就因为这样，最后把自己分成了两半。”
除了哈利以外，桌子周围的每个人都打了个冷颤。
“呃。被分开了？”哈利问。
“他们把自己的一半留在原处了，”说着，威斯里先生舀了一大勺的糖浆放进稀饭中。“所以，当然，他们现在被困住了，哪边都动不了，只有等魔法意外修理中心把他们修补好。我可以告诉你，就像古老的马格造纸，把马格人弄脏了的麻布再造成干净的纸一样。”
哈利忽然想起了遗弃在普里怀特街的人行道上的一双腿和一个眼球。
“他们不好吗？”他问，有点吓呆了。
“噢，很好，”威斯里先生理所当然地说，“但是他们被罚了一大笔钱，而且我不认为他们还敢再试一次。你不要瞎搞瞬间移动，这里有很多成年的巫士不愿意用它，他们情愿用扫帚，虽然慢一点但更安全。”
“但是比尔、查理和伯希可以。”弗来德笑着说：“查理参加了两次考试。第一次失败了。他本打算到南边五里的地方去，却正好落在某个正在买东西的老人的上方，记得吗？”
“是的。但是第二次他便通过了。”威斯里先生说，然后他回到厨房，在里面偷笑。
“伯希是在两个星期前通过的。从那以后，他每个早上都从楼梯上瞬间移动下来，只是为了证明他可以瞬间移动了。”乔治告诉他。
从通道传来了脚步声，荷米恩和金妮走进了厨房，她们看起来都很苍白和昏昏欲睡。
“我们为什么要这么早起床呢？”金妮一边揉着眼睛一边说，然后坐在桌子旁边。
“我们要走一段路。”威斯里先生说。
“走？”哈利问，“什么？我们是走去看世界杯吗？”
“不，不，那有几英里远，”威斯里先生笑着说，“我们只需要走一小段路。因为一大群巫士聚集在一起，要想不吸引马格的注意都很难。对于我们的出发时间和一个这样的盛事，我们要非常小心。”
“乔治！”威斯里太太大声地喊着，大家都跳起来。
“什么事！”乔治用一种很天真无邪的语气问，但那欺骗不了任何人。
“你口袋里装的是什么？”
“什么都没有！”
“你没有撒谎吗？”
威斯里太太用她的魔杖指向乔治的口袋，嘴里念着：“阿西欧！”
几个小的，颜色鲜艳的东西从乔治的口袋升了起来，他想去抓住它们，但扑了个空。它们都准确无误地落到了威斯里太太伸出的手上。
“我们告诉过你的，毁掉它们！”威斯里太太生气地说，“我们告诉过你不要拿这些东西！把你们的口袋弄干净，快点！你们两个！”
这不是个令人愉快的场面：很明显的，这双胞胎想从家里尽可能多地拿太妃糖出去。威斯里太太用她的魔力把它们找了出来了。
“阿西欧！阿西欧！阿西欧！”她喊着，那些太妃糖从各个地方升了出来，包括乔治的衬套、弗来德的牛仔裤。
当他妈妈扔掉这些太妃糖时，弗来德朝着他妈妈喊：“我们花了六个月来研制出这些东西！”
“噢，好个六个月的时间！”她喊着，“怪不得你不能拿多些O.W.L！”
总之，当他们出发时，气氛并不是那么友好。当威斯里太太吻威斯里先生的脸颊时，她仍然很生气。但那双胞胎更生气。他们背起背包走了出去，没有跟她说一句话。
“玩得高兴！不要太调皮！”威斯里太太朝着双胞胎离去的背影喊着。但是他们没有回头，也没有回答。“我大约在中午会叫比尔、查理和伯希，”威斯里太太对威斯里先生说，然后威斯里、哈利、罗恩、荷米恩和金妮穿过漆黑的院子出发了，跟在弗来德和乔治的后面。
外面很寒冷，月亮还在。只有他们右边，地平线上一处阴暗的、浅绿色的谈光告诉他们，天就快亮了。哈利想现在成千上万个巫士都在向快迪斯世界杯出发，因此加紧了步伐，跟上威斯里先生。
“那么每个人怎样才能到达那里而不被马格发现呢？”他问。
“这已经成为一个很重大的组织问题，”威斯里先生说，“问题是，有大约十万个巫士会出现在世界杯上，当然我们还没有一个足够大的魔法场地去容纳他们。有些地方马格是无法洞察的，但想象一下吧，要把十万个巫士塞到迪安更港。所以我们必须找一个更好的没人的荒野，设置更多的防御马格的措施。整个内阁为这个已经忙了几个月了。首先，当然我们必须安排好到达的情况。拥有低价票的人要提早两个星期到。限定一定数量的人使用马格的交通工具。但是我们不能用太多，那会阻碍他们的汽车和火车——记住，世界各地的巫土都要来。有些用瞬间移动，但是我们必须建立安全的地方让他们出现，必须远离马格。我相信有个森林可以用作他们到达的地方点。对于哪些不想瞬间移动的或者不能的，我们用波奇。在筹备时期，这些东西足够用来把巫士从一个地点传送到另一个地点的，如果你需要的话，你可以一次传送一大群。在英国，有两百个波奇公布在重要的战略地点，离我们最近的，是在石头山的山顶，所以我们正在往那里前进。”
威斯里先生指着前面高出奥特里村庄的一个大的黑团。
“波奇到底是一种什么东西？”哈利十分好奇地问。
“喔，它可以是任何东西，”威斯里先生说，“很显然，它们是毫不起眼的东西，所以马格不会去捡，也不会去碰它们……是一些他们认为是垃圾的东西。”
他们沿着漆黑、湿冷的小巷向着村庄艰难地走着。四周十分寂静，只能听到他们的脚步声。当他们艰难地穿过村庄时，天空慢慢亮起来了。漆黑的天空慢慢地被冲淡成深蓝。哈利的手和脚都冻僵了，威斯里先生不断地看表。
当他们开始去爬石头山时，根本没有力气去谈话。有时他们会摸到隐藏的野兔窝，有时会踩到密集的草而打滑。每一次呼吸，哈利都觉得胸口刺痛，当他的脚接触到平地时，他的腿正抖得厉害。
“唷！”威斯里先生气喘吁吁地说。他拿下眼镜，用他的毛衣擦着。“太好了，我们对时间掌握得很好，我们有十分钟……”
荷米恩最后一个爬到山顶，手里紧抓着一块布。
“现在我们只是需要波奇了，”威斯里先生说着，并重新戴上眼镜，斜视着地面四周的情况。“不会很大……快来吧……”
他们分散开来，到处寻索。过了一会儿，忽然一个喊声划破了宁静的星空。
“在这里！亚瑟！在这里，我的孩子，我们来了！”
在山顶的另一边，在星空下出现了两个高的轮廓。
“阿姆斯！”威斯里先生喊着。他笑着大步走向那个刚才大喊的人。其余人紧紧跟着。
威斯里先生和那个脸色红润的有着短胡须的巫士握手。他的另一只手拿着一个发霉的旧靴子。
“孩子们，这位是阿姆斯。迪格瑞，”威斯里先生向大家介绍着。
他在魔法部的纪律和控制部门工作，我想你们认识他的儿子塞德里克。“
塞德里克。迪格瑞是一个非常英俊的男孩，大约十七岁。他是霍格瓦湖海夫巴夫队的快迪斯队的队长和搜索者。
“你们好！”塞德里克看着大家说。
这些人都向塞德里克说“你好”，除了弗来德和乔治只是点了点头。他们还无法原谅塞德里克在去年第一届快迪斯中打败他们队。
“走了很长的路吧，亚瑟？”塞德里克的爸爸说。
“不是太长，”威斯里先生说，“我们住在村庄的另一边，你呢？”
“我们得两点钟起床，是吧，塞德里克？我告诉你，如果他通过他的瞬间移动测试，我将会很高兴。然而……不说了……绝对不能错过快迪斯世界杯。而且票又是那么的贵。提醒你，不要让我太容易取胜。”阿姆斯。迪格瑞很自然地看了一下威斯里旁边的三个孩于，哈利满米恩和金妮。“都是你的吧，亚瑟？”
“懊，不，红头的才是，”威斯里先生说，指出他的孩子。“这个是荷米恩，罗恩的朋友；这是哈利，另一个朋友。”
阿姆斯。迪格瑞睁大了眼睛说，“哈利？哈利·波特？”
“呃，是的。”哈利说。
哈利早已习惯了当人们见到他时好奇的目光，习惯了在路上他们的目光注视着他前额的伤疤，不过这总是令他觉得不舒服。
“当然，塞德里克曾经谈过你，”阿姆斯。迪格瑞说：“他把去年和你玩的事都告诉了我们……我对你说，塞德里克，将来你有东西可以对你的孙子说了，那就是你打败了哈利·波特！”
哈利一时想不出任何去回答，所以他只好保持沉默，弗来德和乔治又一次皱起了眉头，而塞德里克看起来有点尴尬。
“哈利从他的扫帚上摔了下来，爸爸，”他低声说，“我告诉过你……这是个意外……”
“是的，但你没有摔下来，对吗？”阿姆斯愉快地叫着，拍着他儿子的背。“总是那么谦虚，我们的塞德里克总是那么有绅士风度……但是只有最好的男人才能赢。我肯定哈利也这么认为，对吗？呃？一个从扫帚上摔下来，一个还在上面，你不用想也可以区分难是更好的飞行者？”
“时间快到了，”威斯里先生说，再一次拿出他的手表：“阿姆斯，你知道我们还要等谁吗？”
“没有了，来顾的一家一个星期前就到那儿了，福塞特一家拿不到票，”迪格瑞先生说，“在这个地区除了我们没有其他人了。”
“我认识的就没有了，”威斯里先生说，“只有一分钟了，我们得准备好……”
他看了一下哈利和荷米恩说：“你们只需要触一下波奇就行了，一个手指就可以完成——”
因为背着塞得满满的背包，他们一行九人十分困难地挤在阿姆斯。迪格瑞拿出的旧靴子周围。
寒风扫过山顶，他们紧紧地围成一个圆，站在那里。没有一个人说话。哈利忽然想到如果一个马格现在经过这里，看到他们这样，那么会多么奇怪呀！九个人，两个成人，在三更半夜紧紧握着这个男式的旧靴子，等待着……
“三……”威斯里先生咕哝着，仍然注视着他的手表，“二……一……”
这一切瞬间发生：哈利觉得好像在他被肚脐后面的一个钩突然地拉向前去。他的脚离开了地面，他可以感到罗恩和荷米恩在他的两边，他们的臂膀碰撞着他的；他们都在风的怒号中前进，旋转着；他的食指紧紧地粘住靴子好像它正拉着他向前……
他的脚被扔到地面；罗恩摇摇晃晃地想站起来，但摔倒了，波奇“砰”他一声，在他头的旁边，重重地撞向地面。
哈利抬起头，威斯里先生、迪格瑞先生和塞德里克仍然站着，虽然他们看起来也被风吹得很乱；其余的人都跌倒在地上。
一个声音响起“七点零五分，从石头山……”
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