“Don't tell your mother you've been gambling,” Mr. Weasley implored1 Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.
“Don't worry, Dad,” said Fred gleefully, “we've got big plans for this money. We don't want it confiscated3.”
Mr. Weasley looked for a moment as though he was going to ask what these big plans were, but seemed to decide, upon reflection, that he didn't want to know.
They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. Raucous4 singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced6 their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match; Mr. Weasley got drawn7 into a disagreement about cobbing with Charlie, and it was only when Ginny fell asleep right at the tiny table and spilled hot chocolate all over the floor that Mr. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed. Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and Harry8 and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pajamas9 and clambered into their bunks11. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang.
“Oh I am glad I'm not on duty,” muttered Mr. Weasley sleepily. “I wouldn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating.”
Harry, who was on a top bunk10 above Ron, lay staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the glow of an occasional leprechaun lantern flying overhead, and picturing again some of Krum's more spectacular moves. He was itching12 to get back on his own Firebolt and try out the Wronski Feint.…Somehow Oliver Wood had never managed to convey with all his wriggling13 diagrams what that move was supposed to look like.…Harry saw himself in robes that had his name on the back, and imagined the sensation of hearing a hundred-thousand-strong crowd roar, as Ludo Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium, “I give you.…Potter!”
Harry never knew whether or not he had actually dropped off to sleep - his fantasies of flying like Krum might well have slipped into actual dreams - all he knew was that, quite suddenly, Mr. Weasley was shouting.
“Get up! Ron - Harry - come on now, get up, this is urgent!”
Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit canvas.
“'S’ matter?” he said.
Dimly, he could tell that something was wrong. The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running. He slipped down from the bunk and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pajamas, said, “No time, Harry - just grab a jacket and get outside - quickly!”
Harry did as he was told and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels.
By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering14, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated16 the scene.
A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted17 at them.…They didn't seem to have faces.…Then he realized that their heads were hooded18 and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque19 shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers20, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings21 that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small.
More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled22 and fell as the marching crowd swelled23. 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.
The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and Harry recognized one of them: Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below flipped24 Mrs. Roberts upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched25 and hooted26 with glee.
“That's sick,” Ron muttered, watching the smallest Muggle child, who had begun to spin like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping27 limply from side to side. “That is really sick.…”
Hermione and Ginny came hurrying toward them, pulling coats over their nightdresses, with Mr. Weasley right behind them. At the same moment, Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys’ tent, fully2 dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out.
“We're going to help the Ministry28!” Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. “You lot - get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!”
Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already sprinting29 away toward the oncoming marchers; Mr. Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction toward the source of the trouble. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was coming ever closer.
“C'mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny's hand and starting to pull her toward the wood. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was larger than ever; they could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the Roberts family fall.
The colored lanterns that had lit the path to the stadium had been extinguished. Dark figures were blundering through the trees; children were crying; anxious shouts and panicked voices were reverberating30 around them in the cold night air. Harry felt himself being pushed hither and thither31 by people whose faces he could not see. Then he heard Ron yell with pain.
“What happened?” said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly32 that Harry walked into her. “Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid - lumos!”
She illuminated her wand and directed its narrow beam across the path. Ron was lying sprawled33 on the ground.
“Tripped over a tree root,” he said angrily, getting to his feet again.
“Well, with feet that size, hard not to,” said a drawling voice from behind them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned sharply. Draco Malfoy was standing34 alone nearby, leaning against a tree, looking utterly35 relaxed. His arms folded, he seemed to have been watching the scene at the campsite through a gap in the trees.
Ron told Malfoy to do something that Harry knew he would never have dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.
“Language, Weasley,” said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. “Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted36, would you?”
He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
“What's that supposed to mean?” said Hermione defiantly37.
“Granger, they're after Muggles, “said Malfoy. “D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around.…they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.”
“Hermione's a witch,” Harry snarled38.
“Have it your own way, Potter,” said Malfoy, grinning maliciously39. “If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are.”
“You watch your mouth!” shouted Ron. Everybody present knew that “Mudblood” was a very offensive term for a witch or wizard of Muggle parentage.
“Never mind, Ron,” said Hermione quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step toward Malfoy.
There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed. Malfoy chuckled40 softly.
“Scare easily, don't they?” he said lazily. “I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to - trying to rescue the Muggles?”
“Where're your parents?” said Harry, his temper rising. “Out there wearing masks, are they?”
Malfoy turned his face to Harry, still smiling.
“Well…if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?”
“Oh come on,” said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, “let's go and find the others.”
“Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,” sneered41 Malfoy.
“Come on,” Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron up the path again.
“I'll bet you anything his dad is one of that masked lot!” said Ron hotly.
“Well, with any luck, the Ministry will catch him!” said Hermione fervently42. “Oh I can't believe this. Where have the others got to?”
Fred, George, and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, though the path was packed with plenty of other people, all looking nervously43 over their shoulders toward the commotion44 back at the campsite. A huddle45 of teenagers in pajamas was arguing vociferously46 a little way along the path. When they saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione, a girl with thick curly hair turned and said quickly, “Oü est Madame Maxime? Nous l'avons perdue -”
“Er - what?” said Ron.
“Oh…” The girl who had spoken turned her back on him, and as they walked on they distinctly heard her say, “'Ogwarts.”
“Beauxbatons,” muttered Hermione.
“Sorry?” said Harry.
“They must go to Beauxbatons,” said Hermione. “You know…Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.…I read about it in An Appraisal47 of Magical Education in Europe.”
“Oh…yeah…right,” said Harry.
“Fred and George can't have gone that far,” said Ron, pulling out his wand, lighting48 it like Hermione's, and squinting49 up the path. Harry dug in the pockets of his jacket for his own wand - but it wasn't there. The only thing he could find was his Omnioculars.
“Ah, no, I don't believe it…I've lost my wand!”
“You're kidding!”
Ron and Hermione raised their wands high enough to spread the narrow beams of light farther on the ground; Harry looked all around him, but his wand was nowhere to be seen.
“Maybe it's back in the tent,” said Ron.
“Maybe it fell out of your pocket when we were running?” Hermione suggested anxiously.
“Yeah,” said Harry, “maybe…”
He usually kept his wand with him at all times in the wizarding world, and finding himself without it in the midst of a scene like this made him feel very vulnerable.
A rustling50 noise nearby made all three of them jump. Winky the house-elf was fighting her way out of a clump51 of bushes nearby. She was moving in a most peculiar52 fashion, apparently53 with great difficulty; it was as though someone invisible were trying to hold her back.
“There is bad wizards about!” she squeaked54 distractedly as she leaned forward and labored55 to keep running. “People high - high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!”
And she disappeared into the trees on the other side of the path, panting and squeaking56 as she fought the force that was restraining her.
“What's up with her?” said Ron, looking curiously57 after Winky. “Why can't she run properly?”
“Bet she didn't ask permission to hide,” said Harry. He was thinking of Dobby: Every time he had tried to do something the Malfoys wouldn't like, the house-elf had been forced to start beating himself up.
“You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!” said Hermione indignantly. “It's slavery, that's what it is! That Mr. Crouch59 made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling60 tents! Why doesn't anyone do something about it?”
“Well, the elves are happy, aren't they?” Ron said. “You heard old Winky back at the match…'House-elves is not supposed to have fun'…that's what she likes, being bossed around.…”
“It's people like you, Ron,” Hermione began hotly, “who prop58 up rotten and unjust systems, just because they're too lazy to -”
Another loud bang echoed from the edge of the wood.
“Let's just keep moving, shall we?” said Ron, and Harry saw him glance edgily61 at Hermione. Perhaps there was truth in what Malfoy had said; perhaps Hermione was in more danger than they were. They set off again, Harry still searching his pockets, even though he knew his wand wasn't there.
They followed the dark path deeper into the wood, still keeping an eye out for Fred, George, and Ginny. They passed a group of goblins who were cackling over a sack of gold that they had undoubtedly62 won betting on the match, and who seemed quite unperturbed by the trouble at the campsite. Farther still along the path, they walked into a patch of silvery light, and when they looked through the trees, they saw three tall and beautiful veela standing in a clearing, surrounded by a gaggle of young wizards, all of whom were talking very loudly.
“I pull down about a hundred sacks of Galleons63 a year!” one of them shouted. “I'm a dragon killer64 for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.”
“No, you're not!” yelled his friend. “You're a dishwasher at the Leaky Cauldron…but I'm a vampire65 hunter, I've killed about ninety so far -”
A third young wizard, whose pimples66 were visible even by the dim, silvery light of the veela, now cut in, “I'm about to become the youngest ever Minister of Magic, I am.”
Harry snorted with laughter. He recognized the pimply67 wizard: His name was Stan Shunpike, and he was in fact a conductor on the triple-decker Knight68 Bus. He turned to tell Ron this, but Ron's face had gone oddly slack, and next second Ron was yelling, “Did I tell you I've invented a broomstick that'll reach Jupiter?”
“Honestly!” said Hermione, and she and Harry grabbed Ron firmly by the arms, wheeled him around, and marched him away. By the time the sounds of the veela and their admirers had faded completely, they were in the very heart of the wood. They seemed to be alone now; everything was much quieter.
Harry looked around. “I reckon we can just wait here, you know. We'll hear anyone coming a mile off.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth, when Ludo Bagman emerged from behind a tree right ahead of them.
Even by the feeble light of the two wands, Harry could see that a great change had come over Bagman. He no longer looked buoyant and rosy-faced; there was no more spring in his step. He looked very white and strained.
“Who's that?” he said, blinking down at them, trying to make out their faces. “What are you doing in here, all alone?”
They looked at one another, surprised.
“Well - there's a sort of riot going on,” said Ron.
Bagman stared at him.
“What?”
“At the campsite…some people have got hold of a family of Muggles.…”
Bagman swore loudly.
“Damn them!” he said, looking quite distracted, and without another word, he Disapparated with a small pop!
“Not exactly on top of things, Mr. Bagman, is he?” said Hermione, frowning.
“He was a great Beater, though,” said Ron, leading the way off the path into a small clearing, and sitting down on a patch of dry grass at the foot of a tree. “The Wimbourne Wasps69 won the league three times in a row while he was with them.”
He took his small figure of Krum out of his pocket, set it down on the ground, and watched it walk around. Like the real Krum, the model was slightly duck-footed and round-shouldered, much less impressive on his splayed feet than on his broomstick. Harry was listening for noise from the campsite. Everything seemed much quieter; perhaps the riot was over.
“I hope the others are okay,” said Hermione after a while.
“They'll be fine,” said Ron.
“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.”
“That'd wipe the smirk70 off old Draco's face, all right,” said Ron.
“Those poor Muggles, though,” said Hermione nervously. “What if they can't get them down?”
“They will,” said Ron reassuringly71. “They'll find a way.”
“Mad, though, to do something like that when the whole Ministry of Magic's out here tonight!” said Hermione. “I mean, how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking, or are they just -”
But she broke off abruptly and looked over her shoulder. Harry and Ron looked quickly around too. It sounded as though someone was staggering toward their clearing. They waited, listening to the sounds of the uneven72 steps behind the dark trees. But the footsteps came to a sudden halt.
“Hello?” called Harry.
There was silence. Harry got to his feet and peered around the tree. It was too dark to see very far, but he could sense somebody standing just beyond the range of his vision.
“Who's there?” he said.
And then, without warning, the silence was rent by a voice unlike any they had heard in the wood; and it uttered, not a panicked shout, but what sounded like a spell.
“MORSMORDRE!”
And something vast, green, and glittering erupted from the patch of darkness Harry's eyes had been struggling to penetrate73; it flew up over the treetops and into the sky.
“What the -?” gasped74 Ron as he sprang to his feet again, staring up at the thing that had appeared.
For a split second, Harry thought it was another leprechaun formation. Then he realized that it was a colossal76 skull77, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding78 from its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze79 of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation80.
Suddenly, the wood all around them erupted with screams. Harry didn't understand why, but the only possible cause was the sudden appearance of the skull, which had now risen high enough to illuminate15 the entire wood like some grisly neon sign. He scanned the darkness for the person who had conjured81 the skull, but he couldn't see anyone.
“Who's there?” he called again.
“Harry, come on, move!” Hermione had seized the collar of his jacket and was tugging83 him backward.
“What's the matter?” Harry said, startled to see her face so white and terrified.
“It's the Dark Mark, Harry!” Hermione moaned, pulling him as hard as she could. “You-Know-Who's sign!”
“Voldemort's - ?”
“Harry, come on!”
Harry turned - Ron was hurriedly scooping84 up his miniature Krum - the three of them started across the clearing - but before they had taken a few hurried steps, a series of popping noises announced the arrival of twenty wizards, appearing from thin air, surrounding them.
Harry whirled around, and in an instant, he registered one fact: Each of these wizards had his wand out, and every wand was pointing right at himself, Ron, and Hermione.
Without pausing to think, he yelled, “DUCK!”
He seized the other two and pulled them down onto the ground.
“STUPEFY!” roared twenty voices - there was a blinding series of flashes and Harry felt the hair on his head ripple85 as though a powerful wind had swept the clearing. Raising his head a fraction of an inch he saw jets of fiery86 red light flying over them from the wizards’ wands, crossing one another, bouncing off tree trunks, rebounding87 into the darkness -
“Stop!” yelled a voice he recognized. “STOP! That's my son!”
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.
“Ron - Harry” - his voice sounded shaky - “Hermione - are you all right?”
“Out of the way, Arthur,” said a cold, curt88 voice.
It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Harry got to his feet to face them. Mr. Crouch's face was taut89 with rage.
“Which of you did it?” he snapped, his sharp eyes darting90 between them. “Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?”
“We didn't do that!” said Harry, gesturing up at the skull.
“We didn't do anything!” said Ron, who was rubbing his elbow and looking indignantly at his father. “What did you want to attack us for?”
“Do not lie, sir!” shouted Mr. Crouch. His wand was still pointing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping - he looked slightly mad. “You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!”
“Barty,” whispered a witch in a long woolen91 dressing92 gown, “they're kids, Barty, they'd never have been able to -”
“Where did the Mark come from, you three?” said Mr. Weasley quickly.
“Over there,” said Hermione shakily, pointing at the place where they had heard the voice. “There was someone behind the trees…they shouted words - an incantation -”
“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 -”
But none of the Ministry wizards apart from Mr. Crouch seemed to think it remotely likely that Harry, Ron, or Hermione had conjured the skull; on the contrary, at Hermione's words, they had all raised their wands again and were pointing in the direction she had indicated, squinting through the dark trees.
“We're too late,” said the witch in the woolen dressing gown, shaking her head. “They'll have Disapparated.”
“I don't think so,” said a wizard with a scrubby brown beard. It was Amos Diggory, Cedric's father. “Our Stunners went right through those trees.…There's a good chance we got them.…”
“Amos, be careful!” said a few of the wizards warningly as Mr. Diggory squared his shoulders, raised his wand, marched across the clearing, and disappeared into the darkness. Hermione watched him vanish with her hands over her mouth.
A few seconds later, they heard Mr. Diggory shout.
“Yes! We got them! There's someone here! Unconscious! It's - but - blimey…”
“You've got someone?” shouted Mr. Crouch, sounding highly disbelieving. “Who? Who is it?”
They heard snapping twigs93, the rustling of leaves, and then crunching94 footsteps as Mr. Diggory reemerged from behind the trees. He was carrying a tiny, limp figure in his arms. Harry recognized the tea towel at once. It was Winky.
Mr. Crouch did not move or speak as Mr. Diggory deposited his elf on the ground at his feet. The other Ministry wizards were all staring at Mr. Crouch. For a few seconds Crouch remained transfixed, his eyes blazing in his white face as he stared down at Winky. Then he appeared to come to life again.
“This - cannot - be,” he said jerkily. “No -”
He moved quickly around Mr. Diggory and strode off toward the place where he had found Winky.
“No point, Mr. Crouch,” Mr. Diggory called after him. “There's no one else there.”
But Mr. Crouch did not seem prepared to take his word for it. They could hear him moving around and the rustling of leaves as he pushed the bushes aside, searching.
“Bit embarrassing,” Mr. Diggory said grimly, looking down at Winky's unconscious form. “Barty Crouch's house-elf.…I mean to say…”
“Come off it, Amos,” said Mr. Weasley quietly, “you don't seriously think it was the elf? The Dark Mark's a wizard's sign. It requires a wand.”
“Yeah,” said Mr. Diggory, “and she had a wand.”
“What?” said Mr. Weasley.
“Here, look.” Mr. Diggory held up a wand and showed it to Mr. Weasley. “Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of the Code of Wand Use broken, for a start. No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand.”
Just then there was another pop, and Ludo Bagman Apparated right next to Mr. Weasley. Looking breathless and disorientated, he spun95 on the spot, goggling96 upward at the emerald-green skull.
“The Dark Mark!” he panted, almost trampling Winky as he turned inquiringly to his colleagues. “Who did it? Did you get them? Barry! What's going on?”
Mr. Crouch had returned empty-handed. His face was still ghostly white, and his hands and his toothbrush mustache were both twitching97.
“Where have you been, Barty?” said Bagman. “Why weren't you at the match? Your elf was saving you a seat too - gulping98 gargoyles99!” Bagman had just noticed Winky lying at his feet. “What happened to her?”
“I have been busy, Ludo,” said Mr. Crouch, still talking in the same jerky fashion, barely moving his lips. “And my elf has been stunned100.”
“Stunned? By you lot, you mean? But why -?”
Comprehension dawned suddenly on Bagman's round, shiny face; he looked up at the skull, down at Winky, and then at Mr. Crouch.
“No!” he said. “Winky? Conjure82 the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how! She'd need a wand, for a start!”
“And she had one,” said Mr. Diggory. “I found her holding one, Ludo. If it's all right with you, Mr. Crouch, I think we should hear what she's got to say for herself.”
Crouch gave no sign that he had heard Mr. Diggory, but Mr. Diggory seemed to take his silence for assent101. He raised his own wand, pointed102 it at Winky, and said, “Ennervate!”
Winky stirred feebly. Her great brown eyes opened and she blinked several times in a bemused sort of way. Watched by the silent wizards, she raised herself shakily into a sitting position.
She caught sight of Mr. Diggory's feet, and slowly, tremulously, raised her eyes to stare up into his face; then, more slowly still, she looked up into the sky. Harry could see the floating skull reflected twice in her enormous, glassy eyes. She gave a gasp75, looked wildly around the crowded clearing, and burst into terrified sobs103.
“Elf!” said Mr. Diggory sternly. “Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!”
Winky began to rock backward and forward on the ground, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Harry was reminded forcibly of Dobby in his moments of terrified disobedience.
“As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago,” said Mr. Diggory. “And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!”
“I - I - I is not doing it, sir!” Winky gasped. “I is not knowing how, sir!”
“You were found with a wand in your hand!” barked Mr. Diggory, brandishing104 it in front of her. And as the wand caught the green light that was filling the clearing from the skull above, Harry recognized it
“Hey - that's mine!” he said
Everyone in the clearing looked at him.
“Excuse me?” said Mr. Diggory, incredulously.
“That's my wand!” said Harry. “I dropped it!”
“You dropped it?” repeated Mr. Diggory in disbelief. “Is this a confession105? You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark?”
“Amos, think who you're talking to!” said Mr. Weasley, very angrily. “Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?”
“Er - of course not,” mumbled106 Mr. Diggory. “Sorry…carried away…”
“I didn't drop it there, anyway,” said Harry, jerking his thumb toward the trees beneath the skull. “I missed it right after we got into the wood.”
“So,” said Mr. Diggory, his eyes hardening as he turned to look at Winky again, cowering107 at his feet. “You found this wand, eh, elf? And you picked it up and thought you'd have some fun with it, did you?”
“I is not doing magic with it, sir!” squealed108 Winky, tears streaming down the sides of her squashed and bulbous nose. “I is…I is…I is just picking it up, sir! I is not making the Dark Mark, sir, I is not knowing how!”
“It wasn't her!” said Hermione. She looked very nervous, speaking up in front of all these Ministry wizards, yet determined109 all the same. “Winky's got a squeaky little voice, and the voice we heard doing the incantation was much deeper!” She looked around at Harry and Ron, appealing for their support. “It didn't sound anything like Winky, did it?”
“No,” said Harry, shaking his head. “It definitely didn't sound like an elf.”
“Yeah, it was a human voice,” said Ron.
“Well, we'll soon see,” growled110 Mr. Diggory, looking unimpressed. “There's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand performed, elf, did you know that?”
Winky trembled and shook her head frantically111, her ears flapping, as Mr. Diggory raised his own wand again and placed it tip to tip with Harry's.
“Prior Incantato!” roared Mr. Diggory.
Harry heard Hermione gasp, horrified112, as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the point where the two wands met, but it was a mere113 shadow of the green skull high above them; it looked as though it were made of thick gray smoke: the ghost of a spell.
“Deletrius!” Mr. Diggory shouted, and the smoky skull vanished in a wisp of smoke.
“So,” said Mr. Diggory with a kind of savage114 triumph, looking down upon Winky, who was still shaking convulsively.
“I is not doing it!” she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. “I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!”
“You've been caught red-handed, elf!” Mr. Diggory roared. “Caught with the guilty wand in your hand!”
“Amos,” said Mr. Weasley loudly, “think about it…precious few wizards know how to do that spell.…Where would she have learned it?”
“Perhaps Amos is suggesting,” said Mr. Crouch, cold anger in every syllable115, “that I routinely teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark?”
There was a deeply unpleasant silence. Amos Diggory looked horrified. “Mr. Crouch…not…not at all.
“You have now come very close to accusing the two people in this clearing who are least likely to conjure that Mark!” barked Mr. Crouch. “Harry Potter - and myself. I suppose you are familiar with the boy's story, Amos?”
“Of course - everyone knows -” muttered Mr. Diggory, looking highly discomforted.
“And I trust you remember the many proofs I have given, over a long career, that I despise and detest116 the Dark Arts and those who practice them?” Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging117 again.
“Mr. Crouch, I - I never suggested you had anything to do with it!” Amos Diggory muttered again, now reddening behind his scrubby brown beard.
“If you accuse my elf, you accuse me, Diggory!” shouted Mr. Crouch. “Where else would she have learned to conjure it?”
“She - she might've picked it up anywhere -”
“Precisely, Amos,” said Mr. Weasley. “She might have picked it up anywhere.…Winky?” he said kindly118, turning to the elf, but she flinched119 as though he too was shouting at her. “Where exactly did you find Harry's wand?”
Winky was twisting the hem5 of her tea towel so violently that it was fraying120 beneath her fingers.
“I - I is finding it…finding it there, sir…” she whispered, “there…in the trees, sir.
“You see, Amos?” said Mr. Weasley. “Whoever conjured the Mark could have Disapparated right after they'd done it, leaving Harry's wand behind. A clever thing to do, not using their own wand, which could have betrayed them. And Winky here had the misfortune to come across the wand moments later and pick it up.”
“But then, she'd have been only a few feet away from the real culprit!” said Mr. Diggory impatiently. “Elf? Did you see anyone?”
Winky began to tremble worse than ever. Her giant eyes flickered121 from Mr. Diggory, to Ludo Bagman, and onto Mr. Crouch. Then she gulped122 and said, “I is seeing no one, sir…no one…”
“Amos,” said Mr. Crouch curtly123, “I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning. I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her.”
Mr. Diggory looked as though he didn't think much of this suggestion at all, but it was clear to Harry that Mr. Crouch was such an important member of the Ministry that he did not dare refuse him.
“You may rest assured that she will be punished,” Mr. Crouch added coldly.
“M-m-master…” Winky stammered124, looking up at Mr. Crouch, her eyes brimming with tears. “M-m-master, p-p-please…”
Mr. Crouch stared back, his face somehow sharpened, each line upon it more deeply etched. There was no pity in his gaze.
“Winky has behaved tonight in a manner I would not have believed possible,” he said slowly. “I told her to remain in the tent. I told her to stay there while I went to sort out the trouble. And I find that she disobeyed me. This means clothes.”
“No!” shrieked125 Winky, prostrating126 herself at Mr. Crouch's feet. “No, master! Not clothes, not clothes!”
Harry knew that the only way to turn a house-elf free was to present it with proper garments. It was pitiful to see the way Winky clutched at her tea towel as she sobbed127 over Mr. Crouch's feet.
“But she was frightened!” Hermione burst out angrily, glaring at Mr. Crouch. “Your elf's scared of heights, and those wizards in masks were levitating128 people! You can't blame her for wanting to get out of their way!”
Mr. Crouch took a step backward, freeing himself from contact with the elf, whom he was surveying as though she were something filthy129 and rotten that was contaminating his over-shined shoes.
“I have no use for a house-elf who disobeys me,” he said coldly, looking over at Hermione. “I have no use for a servant who forgets what is due to her master, and to her master's reputation.”
Winky was crying so hard that her sobs echoed around the clearing. There was a very nasty silence, which was ended by Mr. Weasley, who said quietly, “Well, I think I'll take my lot back to the tent, if nobody's got any objections. Amos, that wand's told us all it can - if Harry could have it back, please -”
Mr. Diggory handed Harry his wand and Harry pocketed it.
“Come on, you three,” Mr. Weasley said quietly. But Hermione didn't seem to want to move; her eyes were still upon the sobbing130 elf. “Hermione!” Mr. Weasley said, more urgently. She turned and followed Harry and Ron out of the clearing and off through the trees.
“What's going to happen to Winky?” said Hermione, the moment they had left the clearing.
“I don't know,” said Mr. Weasley.
“The way they were treating her!” said Hermione furiously. “Mr. Diggory, calling her ‘elf’ all the time…and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was - it was like she wasn't even human!”
“Well, she's not,” said Ron.
Hermione rounded on him.
“That doesn't mean she hasn't got feelings, Ron. It's disgusting the way -”
“Hermione, I agree with you,” said Mr. Weasley quickly, beckoning131 her on, “but now is not the time to discuss elf rights. I want to get back to the tent as fast as we can. What happened to the others?”
“We lost them in the dark,” said Ron. “Dad, why was everyone so uptight132 about that skull thing?”
“I'll explain everything back at the tent,” said Mr. Weasley tensely.
But when they reached the edge of the wood, their progress was impeded133. A large crowd of frightened-looking witches and wizards was congregated134 there, and when they saw Mr. Weasley coming toward them, many of them surged forward.
“What's going on in there?”
“Who conjured it?”
“Arthur - it's not - Him?”
“Of course it's not Him,” said Mr. Weasley impatiently. “We don't know who it was; it looks like they Disapparated. Now excuse me, please, I want to get to bed.”
He led Harry, Ron, and Hermione through the crowd and back into the campsite. All was quiet now; there was no sign of the masked wizards, though several ruined tents were still smoking.
Charlie's head was poking135 out of the boys’ tent.
“Dad, what's going on?” he called through the dark. “Fred, George, and Ginny got back okay, but the others -”
“I've got them here,” said Mr. Weasley, bending down and entering the tent. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered after him.
Bill was sitting at the small kitchen table, holding a bedsheet to his arm, which was bleeding profusely136. Charlie had a large rip in his shirt, and Percy was sporting a bloody137 nose. Fred, George, and Ginny looked unhurt, though shaken.
“Did you get them, Dad?” said Bill sharply. “The person who conjured the Mark?”
“No,” said Mr. Weasley. “We found Barry Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conured the Mark.”
“What?” said Bill, Charlie, and Percy together.
“Harry's wand?” said Fred.
“Mr. Crouch's elf?” said Percy, sounding thunderstruck.
With some assistance from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Mr. Weasley explained what had happened in the woods. When they had finished their story, Percy swelled indignantly.
“Well, Mr. Crouch is quite right to get rid of an elf like that!” he said. “Running away when he'd expressly told her not to…embarrassing him in front of the whole Ministry…how would that have looked, if she'd been brought up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control -”
“She didn't do anything - she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!” Hermione snapped at Percy, who looked very taken aback. Hermione had always got on fairly well with Percy - better, indeed, than any of the others.
“Hermione, a wizard in Mr. Crouch's position can't afford a house-elf who's going to run amok with a wand!” said Percy pompously138, recovering himself.
“She didn't run amok!” shouted Hermione. “She just picked it up off the ground!”
“Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was?” said Ron impatiently. “It wasn't hurting anyone.…Why's it such a big deal?”
“I told you, it's You-Know-Who's symbol, Ron,” said Hermione, before anyone else could answer. “I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.”
“And it hasn't been seen for thirteen years,” said Mr. Weasley quietly. “Of course people panicked…it was almost like seeing You-Know-Who back again.”
“I don't get it,” said Ron, frowning. “I mean…it's still only a shape in the sky…”
“Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers139 sent the Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed,” said Mr. Weasley. “The terror it inspired…you have no idea, you're too young. Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering140 over your house, and knowing what you're about to find inside.…” Mr. Weasley winced141. “Everyone's worst fear…the very worst…”
There was silence for a moment. Then Bill, removing the sheet from his arm to check on his cut, said, “Well, it didn't help us tonight, whoever conjured it. It scared the Death Eaters away the moment they saw it. They all Disapparated before we'd got near enough to unmask any of them. We caught the Robertses before they hit the ground, though. They're having their memories modified right now.”
“Death Eaters?” said Harry. “What are Death Eaters?”
“It's what You-Know-Who's supporters called themselves,” said Bill. “I think we saw what's left of them tonight - the ones who managed to keep themselves out of Azkaban, anyway.”
“We can't prove it was them, Bill,” said Mr. Weasley. “Though it probably was,” he added hopelessly.
“Yeah, I bet it was!” said Ron suddenly . “Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he as good as told us his dad was one of those nutters142 in masks! And we all know the Malfoys were right in with You-Know-Who!”
“But what were Voldemort's supporters -” Harry began. Everybody flinched - like most of the wizarding world, the Weasleys always avoided saying Voldemort's name. “Sorry,” said Harry quickly. “What were You-Know-Who's supporters up to, levitating Muggles? I mean, what was the point?”
“The point?” said Mr. Weasley with a hollow laugh. “Harry, that's their idea of fun. Half the Muggle killings143 back when You-Know-Who was in power were done for fun. I suppose they had a few drinks tonight and couldn't resist reminding us all that lots of them are still at large. A nice little reunion for them,” he finished disgustedly.
“But if they were the Death Eaters, why did they Disapparate when they saw the Dark Mark?” said Ron. “They'd have been pleased to see it, wouldn't they?”
“Use your brains, Ron,” said Bill. “If they really were Death Eaters, they worked very hard to keep out of Azkaban when You-Know-Who lost power, and told all sorts of lies about him forcing them to kill and torture people. I bet they'd be even more frightened than the rest of us to see him come back. They denied they'd ever been involved with him when he lost his powers, and went back to their daily lives.…I don't reckon he'd be over-pleased with them, do you?”
“So…whoever conjured the Dark Mark…” said Hermione slowly, “were they doing it to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?”
“Your guess is as good as ours, Hermione,” said Mr. Weasley. “But I'll tell you this…it was only the Death Eaters who ever knew how to conjure it. I'd be very surprised if the person who did it hadn't been a Death Eater once, even if they're not now.…Listen, it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick. We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here.”
Harry got back into his bunk with his head buzzing. He knew he ought to feel exhausted144: It was nearly three in the morning, but he felt wide-awake - wide-awake, and worried.
Three days ago - it felt like much longer, but it had only been three days - he had awoken with his scar burning. And tonight, for the first time in thirteen years, Lord Voldemort's mark had appeared in the sky. What did these things mean?
He thought of the letter he had written to Sirius before leaving Privet Drive. Would Sirius have gotten it yet? When would he reply? Harry lay looking up at the canvas, but no flying fantasies came to him now to ease him to sleep, and it was a long time after Charlie's snores filled the tent that Harry finally dozed145 off.
当他们走下紫地毯铺着的楼梯时，威斯里先生恳求他们说：“不要告诉你们的妈妈，你们赌钱了。”
“别担心，爸爸，”弗来德高兴地说，“我们对怎样花这笔钱有个伟大的计划，我们不想让它被没收。”
威斯里先生看起来好像想问他们的伟大的计划是什么，但想了一会儿后，决定他还是不要知道为好。
他们很快就跟上了涌出体育馆的人群，并和大家一起走回营地。当他们走在被灯笼照亮的小道上时，到处都听到沙哑的歌声，呵呵地笑着和拿着灯笼的矮精灵在他们头上飞。当他们最后到达帐篷后，都没有睡意。因为他们不断地制造吵闹声，最后威斯里先生不得不同意他们在睡觉之前再喝一杯可可。大家都兴高采烈地谈论著比赛。威斯里先生很不同意查理的观点。最后，因为金妮困倦，趴在小桌子上并打翻了一杯热可可，因此威斯里先生宣布停止讨论，每一个都必须去睡觉。荷米恩和金妮走进另一个帐篷，哈利和其余威斯里家的男孩换上睡衣，爬上了他们的床铺。他们仍然可以听到营地的另一边传来的歌声和砰砰的撞击声。
“哦，我太高兴我不用值班了，”威斯里先生十分困倦地咕哝，“我无法想象要怎样才能使那些爱尔兰人停止庆祝。”
哈利睡在罗恩的上铺，看着帐篷的帆布顶，看到一个矮精灵拿着灯笼飞过，然后又想象一些克伦迅速移动的精彩画面。他怎样骑回他的扫帚，又设计出骗局来欺骗林科……林科永远也无法作出这样快速扭动的曲线。这种移动就像……哈利看到自己穿着后面印有名字的袍子，想象着自己处于那种场景，听到千万欢呼声，露得。
巴格蒙的声音在体育馆中回荡：“波特出场！”
哈利不清楚自己到底睡着了没有，他想，如果像克伦那样飞可能只是在做梦。忽然，威斯里先生大叫着。
“起床了，罗恩、哈利！快点，起床，非常紧急！”
哈利马上坐起来，头碰到了帐篷的帆布顶。
“什么事？”他问。
朦朦胧胧地，他不知道有何不妥。营地的声音变了。歌声没有了，他可以听到尖叫声和人们奔跑的声音。
他从床铺滑下来，拿起他的衣服。但是刚把牛仔裤套在他睡衣上的威斯里先生说：“没时间了，哈利，拿一件夹克就行，出去，快！”
哈利听到后，急忙跑出帐篷，罗恩跟在他后面。
借着仍在燃烧的火堆，他可以看到人们正跑进森林，躲避着某种穿过田野追逐着他们的东西，某种发出奇怪的像喝醉了的吵闹声向他们飘来，然后射来一阵强烈的绿光，照亮了整个场地。
一群包裹得严严实实的巫士，手里拿着魔杖指向前方，正在慢慢地穿过田野。哈利瞟了他们一眼，他们好像没有睑……然后意识到他们的头用头巾包着，戴着面具。在他的上面，半空中飘着四个打斗的身影，扭曲成十分怪异的形状。好像在地上带着面具的巫士是在操纵木偶，在上面的人像木偶像被魔杖发出了一条条无形的线控制着。其中的两个身影十分小。
更多的巫土加入了游行队伍，一边笑一边指着飘浮着的身影。
当游行队伍膨胀后，帐篷被压弯，倒了下来。有一两次，哈利看到游行队伍中的人用魔杖点燃帐篷。连续几个帐篷都烧着了，尖叫声更加大。
当飘动的身影经过一个烧着的帐篷时，它们突然被照亮了，哈利发现他们当中一个是罗伯特先生——营地的管理人员。另外三个看起来可能是他的妻子和孩子。下面的～个游行人用魔杖轻弹一下罗伯特太太，她马上上下颠倒了，她的睡裙滑了下来，露出了她的内裤。她努力去盖住自己，而下面的人群高兴地尖叫。
“太过分了！”罗恩低声说，看看最小的马格小孩，他因为在六十英尺的高空，头不稳定地摇来摇去，已经开始吐了。“真是太过分了！”
荷米恩和金妮急急忙忙地跑问他们，在她们的睡裙上披上外套，威斯里先生就在他们后面。同时，衣冠整齐的比尔、查理和伯希也从男孩的帐篷里出来了，他们卷着袖子，拿着他们的魔杖。
“我们要去帮内阁，”威斯里先生大声地喊着，卷起他的袖子。
“你们跑进森林，站在一起。当我们搞定一切后，会去接你们的。”
比尔、查理和伯希早就全速冲向游行队伍，威斯里先生跟在他们后面，内阁成员也从各个方向冲向混乱的来源，在罗伯特一家下面的人群越走越近了。
“快走！”弗来德抓住金妮的手，拖着往森林里面去。哈利、罗恩、荷米恩和乔治跟在他们后面。当他们到达森林时，他们都往后看。罗伯特家下面的人越来越多了。他们看到内阁的巫士正努力地要穿过去，盖住中间的巫士，但是他们有很大困难，看起来他们害怕太暴力会让罗伯特一家从上面摔下来。
照亮通往体育馆的颜色各异的灯笼已经熄了。黑黑的身影在森林中乱撞，小孩都在哭。紧张的叫唤声、吓坏的尖叫声响遍了寒冷的夜空。哈利觉得自己被人一会推向这边，一会推向那边，但看不见他们的脸。忽然，他听到罗恩痛苦的叫声。
“发生什么事了？”荷米恩紧张地问，她突然停住，哈利撞了上去。“罗恩，你在哪里？噢，真该死！”
她点亮她的魔杖，靠微弱的光线寻找罗恩，看见罗恩趴在地上。
“我被一个树根绊倒了。”他生气地说，又站了起来。
“哦，有那样的脚，真是很难不被绊到。”一个声音从他们后面传来。
哈利、罗恩和荷米恩马上转过身，看到杰高。马尔夫自己一人站在他们旁边，靠着树，非常高兴。他抱着臂，他似乎可以透过之间的缝隙，看到营地里发生的一切。
“威斯里，”马尔夫说，他的灰眼睛闪闪发光，“你现在最好快点，你也不想让她发现，对吧？”
他向荷米恩点点头，在那时候，营地传来好像是爆炸的声音，一道绿光顿时照亮了森林。
“那意味着什么？”荷米恩大胆地问。
“格林佐！他们在追马格人，”马尔夫说，“你想把你的内裤显示在半空中吗？因为如果你想，吊起来……他们正在朝这走来，我们可以大笑一通。”
“荷米恩是一个女巫。”哈利吼道。
“少多管闲事，波特，”马尔夫邪恶地笑着说，“如果你以为他们分辨不出一个杂种，就继续这样吧。”
“注意你的话！”罗恩叫道。每个在场的人都知道，“杂种”对于一个有马格人血统的女巫或巫土，是一个很无礼的词语。
森林的另一边传来一声巨响，他们附近的一些人尖叫了。
马尔夫轻轻一笑，“太容易被吓到了，不是吗？”他慢悠悠地说：“我想你们的爸爸叫你们躲起来。他去哪里了？想拯救那些马格人吗？”
“你的父母呢？”哈利问道，他生气了。“他们在哪里戴着面具，对吧？”
马尔夫转向哈利，仍然笑着。“呃，如果他们是的，我也不可能告诉你，对吧，波特？”
“哦，快走，”荷米恩说着，厌恶地看了马尔夫一眼。“我们去找其他人吧。”
“继续往下走吧，格林佐！”马尔夫轻蔑地说。
“走吧，”荷米恩重复一遍，接着她拉着哈利和罗恩又回到路上。
“我敢打赌，他爸爸在戴面具的人群当中。”罗恩生气地说。
“上帝保佑，最好内阁可以抓住他！”荷米恩生气地说：“噢，难以置信，其他人都去哪里了？”
看不到弗来德、乔治和金妮。路上挤满了人，大家都紧张地向后看着营地。
不远处一群穿着睡衣的少年正激烈地在路上争论著。当他们看到哈利、罗恩和荷米恩时，一个有着厚厚的卷头发的女孩转过身，快速地讲了一些他们听不懂的话。
“呃，什么？”罗恩问。
“哦，”刚才讲话的女孩转身去了，当他们继续走时，他们清楚地听到她说：“欧杰沃斯。”
“比尔贝顿。”荷米恩低声说。
“对不起，你说什么？”哈利问。
“他们一定是去比尔贝顿，”荷米恩说，“你知道比尔贝顿，魔法学院。我在《欧洲魔法教育》中看到过。”
“噢，对！”哈利说。
“弗来德和乔治不可能走这么远。”罗恩说着，拿出他的魔杖，像荷米恩一样点亮它，照了一下小路。哈利把手伸进口袋找他的魔杖——但没有！他能找到的东西只有他的望远镜。
“噢，我不相信！我的魔杖不见了！”
“你在这开玩笑吧！”
罗恩和荷米恩高举他们的魔杖，几束分散的光线照亮了地面。
哈利到处找，但是仍然看不见他的魔杖。
“可能在帐篷里。”罗恩说。
“可能在我们跑时，它掉出来了。”荷米恩紧张地说。
“对，”哈利说，“可能……”
在魔法世界，他总是整天都拿着魔杖，发现自己没有了它以后，他觉得自己是非常易受伤害的。
一个沙沙声使他们三人都跳了起来，温奇，那个佣人精灵，正在树丛中挣扎着找路。她处于一种最奇异的状态。很显然，她有很大困难，就好像有个无形的人要把她抓回去。
“到处都有坏的巫士！”她发狂地吱吱叫，她钻出来后，继续拼命跑。
她气喘吁吁地跑着消失在树林中。
“她在干什么？”罗恩好奇地望着温奇，“为什么她不能在路上跑？”
“我打赌她应该没有被允许躲起来。”哈利说。他想到了多比：每一次他试图去做一些马尔夫家不允许的事，他就要被责打。
“你知道吧？佣人精灵被很残忍地对待！”荷米恩愤愤不平地说，“这是奴隶制。当克劳斯先生叫她去体育馆的顶部，她吓坏了。
他使她吓呆了，所以当他们拆帐篷时，她甚至不可以跑！为什么不能为他们做一些事呢？“
“呃，精灵是高兴这样的，不是吗？”罗恩说，“你在赛场也听到温奇说‘佣人精灵是不可以有快乐的’，这就是说她喜欢被人指使。”
“就是像你这样的人，”荷米恩激怒地说，“支撑着这个腐朽、不公平的制度，因为你们太懒了……”
另一个从森林边传来的巨响回荡在森林中。
“我们继续走吧，好吗？”罗恩说。哈利看到他生气地盯着荷米恩。或许马尔夫所说的是对的，荷米恩比他们更危险。他们又出发了，哈利仍然在口袋里搜索着，即使他知道魔杖已不在那里了。
他们沿着黑黑的道路走进森林深处，仍然到处找弗来德、乔治和金妮。他们经过一群妖精时，发现他们正对着一袋金子呵呵地笑，毫无疑问，他们是因比赛打赌而赢的，而且他们看起来似乎不受营地的混乱的影响。再走几步，他们进入一条有银色灯的路，当看向森林时，发现三个美丽的米拉被一群年轻的巫土围着，他们在大声地讲话。
“我一年拿一百袋的帆船币，”他们当中的一个叫道，“我是危险生物销毁委员会的杀手。”
“不，你不是，”他的朋友喊，“你是李奇。高尔顿的洗碟工人，但我是吸血鬼的猎手，我到目前为止杀了九十个……”
第三个年轻的巫士插口说：“我将会成为魔法大臣。”即使在米拉昏暗的银光下，他脸上的青春痘也可以很清楚的看到。
哈利轻蔑地笑着。他认识那个长着青春痘的巫士，他的名字叫史丹。圣派克，他实际上是汽车公司的售票员。
他转向罗恩，想告诉他。但是罗恩的脸变得非常的苍白，下一秒钟，他喊道：“我不是告诉过你我已经发明一种扫帚，可以到达木星吗？”
“冷静点！”荷米恩说，她和哈利紧紧地抓住他的胳膊，把他拉到一边去。这时候，米拉和她们的崇拜者的声音慢慢消失了，他们进入了森林的中心。好像周围只有他们，四周非常的安静。
哈利向四周张望，“我想我们可以在这里等，因为这里可以听到一里内的声音。”
话音刚落，露得。巴格蒙忽然从一棵树后走出来，站在他们的前面。
即使是靠着微弱的灯光，哈利也可以看到巴格蒙的巨大变化。
他不再是兴高采烈的，脸色红红的，他的脚下也不再有弹簧，他看起来十分苍白和痛苦。
“谁？”他向他们眨眼，想看清他们的脸，“你们在这里干什么？
就你们几个？“
他们惊讶地互相看着对方。
“呃，外面有骚乱。”罗恩说。
“什么？”巴格蒙盯着他。
“在营地上……一些人抓住了一个马格人家庭。”
巴格蒙大声地诅咒说：“该死！”他看起来很迷惑。他不再说一句话，“砰”的一声，他便瞬间移动了。
“巴格蒙并不是能控制一切事情的，对吗？”荷米恩皱着眉头说。
“但他还是一个优秀的进攻手，”罗恩说，坐在一棵树下的干草上。“当他在温布尔登黄蜂队时，这支队赢了三次。”
他从口袋中拿出克伦的模型，把它放在地上，看它走路，就像真的克伦一样，这个模型有鸭子似的脚和圆肩膀，它分开的双脚比它的扫帚更令人注意。哈利听着从营地来的声音。一切都显得很安静，可能骚乱已经结束了。
过了一会儿，荷米恩说：“我希望其他人没事。”
“他们会没事的。”罗恩说。
“想想如果你爸爸抓住了露布斯。马尔夫，”哈利说着，坐到罗恩旁边，看着小克伦模型在落叶上走路，“你爸爸总是说要从他身上找出些什么东西。”
“那会扯破老杰高的假面具，太好了！”罗恩说。
“那些可怜的马格人，”荷米恩紧张地说，“如果他们弄不下来，那该怎么办？”
“他们会的，”罗恩保证道，“他们会找方法的。”
“太疯狂了。在所有的魔法内阁成员都在这里的时候做这种事情！”荷米恩说。“我是指，他们还想着逃脱吗？你认为是因为他们喝了酒，还是……”
但她忽然停了下来，往身后看。哈利和罗恩也马上向四周看。
听起来好像有人正朝他们这边走来。他们一边听着从黑色森林后面传来的参差的脚步声，一边等着。但那些脚步声忽然停止了。
“有人吗？”哈利喊道。
没有回答，哈利站起来，到处张望。实在太黑了，并不能看得很远，但是他可以感到某人正站在他的视线范围之外。
“谁在哪里？”他问。
然而，在毫无预告的情况，沉默被一个他们从未听过的声音打破。这不是一个吓坏了的声音，而是像在拼写似的。
“摩斯莫雷德！”
从黑暗中迸出一个巨大的，发着绿光的东西。哈利尽力透过它看清楚，它开始上升，超过树顶，进入天空。
“这是什么？”罗恩气喘吁吁地问，他赶快站起来，看着刚刚出现的东西。
过了几秒钟，哈利以为这是矮精灵的另一个排列。然后他意识到这是一个巨大的头颅，由像绿宝石的星星组成，还有一条蛇从嘴里伸出来，像舌头似的。当他们在看时，它越升越高，发出绿色的烟，在黑色的天空的映衬下，像一个新的星座。
忽然，整个森林充满了尖叫声。哈利不明白是怎么一回事，唯一的可能就是头颅的突然出现。现在这个头颅越升越高，已经可以照亮整个森林，就像一个狰狞的霓虹灯标志。他扫视一下森林，想找出变出头顿的人，但见不到任何人。
“谁在那里？”他又问了一次。
“哈利，快跑！”荷米恩抓住他背后的夹克，拖着他向后跑。
“是黑色标记，哈利！”荷米恩吼道，拼命拉着他，“是——是——‘那个人’的标志！”
“福尔得摩特？”
“哈利，快！”
哈利转过身，罗恩急忙拿起他的微型克伦，他们三人开始穿过这片林地，但是还没走到几步，一系列的“砰”声告诉了他们二十个巫士来了，他们出现在空中，包围着他们三人。
哈利转过身，几秒内，他知道一个事实：每个巫士都拿着魔杖指着他，罗恩和荷米恩想都没来得及想，他便大喊：“低头！”他抓另外两个人，把他们推到地面。
“吓呆了！”二十个声音叫着，有一道强得刺眼的光闪过，哈利感到他头发都飘动了，就好像有一股强风扫过这片林地。稍微抬起头，他看见从巫士的魔杖飞出很多发着如火光的喷气，正在向他们飞来。
“住手！”一个他认识的声音响起，“住手！那是我的儿子。”
哈利的头发不再飘动。他把头抬高一点。站在他前面的巫士放下魔杖。他翻滚过来，当看到威斯里先生正如他们大步走来时，吓坏了。
“罗恩，哈利，荷米恩，你们没事吧？”他的声音在颤动。
“走开，亚瑟。”传来一个简短、冷酷的声音。
是克劳斯先生，他和其他内阁巫士走近他们。哈利站起来，面对着他们。克劳斯先生的脸因愤怒而绷得紧紧的。
“谁做的？”他问道，他锐厉的眼睛盯着他们，“是谁变出黑色标记的？”
“我们没有！”哈利指着那头颅说。
“我们什么都没做，”罗恩擦着他的手肘，愤愤不平地看着他的爸爸。“你们为什么要攻击我们？”
“不要说谎！”克劳斯先生厉声喝道，他的魔杖仍然直接指着罗恩，他的眼睛睁得大大的，他看起来有点疯了似的。“你们在犯罪的现场！”
“巴地，”一个穿着长裙子的巫婆小声地说，“他们是孩子，巴地，他们无法做得到了。”
“你们三个，标记是从哪里来的？”威斯里先生马上问。
“在那里，”荷米恩说，指着他们听到声音的地方，手在发抖，“有人躲在林的后面……他们讲了一个词，是咒语。”
“在那里，是吗？”克劳斯先生问，把他的大眼睛转向荷米恩，脸上写满了怀
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pajamas
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screeched
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confession
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