Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Audiobook by Stephen Fry

“ok then,” stated Harry brightly.

He grew to become and walked towards the residing room door, fighting the urge to leap into the air and whoop. He was going … He was once going to the Weasleys’, he used to be going to observe the Quidditch World Cup!

External in the corridor he virtually bumped into Dudley, who had been lurking in the back of the door, clearly hoping to overhear Harry being informed off. He appeared bowled over to peer the wide grin on Harry’s face.

“That was once an satisfactory breakfast, wasn’t it?” said Harry. “I consider rather full, don’t you?”

Laughing on the astonished appear on Dudley’s face, Harry took the stairs three at a time, and hurled himself back into his bed room.

The very first thing he noticed used to be that Hedwig used to be back. She was once sitting in her cage, observing Harry along with her colossal amber eyes, and clicking her beak in the way in which that supposed she was annoyed about whatever. Exactly what was once demanding her became apparent practically without delay.

“OUCH!” said Harry as what looked to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the facet of his head. Harry massaged the spot furiously, watching as much as see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small sufficient to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a free firework. Harry then realized that the owl had dropped a letter at his feet. Harry bent down, recognized Ron’s handwriting, then tore open the envelope. Inside of was a all of a sudden scribbled word.

Harry ­ DAD received THE TICKETS ­ eire versus Bulgaria, Monday night.

Mum’s writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. They could have already got the letter, I have no idea how speedy Muggle put up is. Idea i would send this with Pig anyway.

Harry stared on the word “Pig,” then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the gentle fixture on the ceiling. He had never visible anything that looked much less like a pig. Perhaps he couldn’t learn Ron’s writing. He went again to the letter:

We’re coming for you whether the Muggles love it or no longer, you are not able to omit the world Cup, best father and mother reckon it is better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they are saying yes, send Pig again with your reply pronto, and we are going to come and get you at five o’clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we will come and get you at five o’clock on Sunday anyway.

Hermione’s arriving this afternoon. Percy’s started work ­ the department of global Magical Cooperation. Do not mention whatever about abroad at the same time you are right here until you wish to have the pants bored off you.

See you quickly ­ Ron “settle down!” Harry stated because the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry would only anticipate was once pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. “Come right here, i would like you to take my answer again!”

The owl fluttered down on high of Hedwig’s cage. Hedwig seemed coldly up at it, as though daring it to take a look at and are available any nearer.

Harry seized his eagle­feather quill all over again, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote: Ron, it can be all ok, the Muggles say i can come. See you 5 o’clock tomorrow.

Can not wait. Harry He folded this be aware up very small, and with significant difficulty, tied it to the tiny owl’s leg as it hopped instant with pleasure. The moment the be aware used to be secure, the owl was once off again; it zoomed out of the window and out of sight.

Harry turned to Hedwig.

“Feeling as much as a protracted trip?” he requested her.

Hedwig hooted in a dignified form of a technique.

“Can you are taking this to Sirius for me?” he said, determining up his letter. “grasp on … I just want to finish it.”

He unfolded the parchment and impulsively delivered a postscript.

If you wish to contact me, i’ll be at my pal Ron Weasley’s for the leisure of the summer season. His dad’s obtained us tickets for the Quidditch World Cup!

The letter finished, he tied it to Hedwig’s leg; she saved strangely nonetheless, as if determined to exhibit him how an actual submit owl will have to behave.

“i’ll be at Ron’s when you get again, all right?” Harry informed her.

She nipped his finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her significant wings and soared out of the open window.

Harry watched her out of sight, then crawled under his mattress, wrenched up the free floorboard, and pulled out a huge chunk of birthday cake. He sat there on the ground consuming it, savoring the happiness that used to be flooding by means of him. He had cake, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit; it was a brilliant summer’s day, he could be leaving Privet drive the following day, his scar felt perfectly typical once more, and he was going to look at the Quidditch World Cup. It used to be difficult, just now, to suppose concerned about anything ­ even Lord Voldemort.


via twelve o’clock tomorrow, Harry’s school trunk used to be packed along with his tuition matters and all his most prized possessions ­ the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley final yr. He had emptied his hiding situation under the free floorboard of all meals, double­checked every nook and cranny of his bed room for forgotten spellAudiobook (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire audio book online)s or quills, and brought down the chart on the wall counting down the days to September the primary, on which he preferred to go off the days closing unless his return to Hogwarts.

The atmosphere within quantity four, Privet force was once tremendously annoying. The imminent arrival at their residence of an assortment of wizards was making the Dursleys uptight and irritable. Uncle Vernon had regarded downright alarmed when Harry instructed him that the Weasleys could be arriving at 5 o’clock the very subsequent day.

“i hope you told them to decorate accurately, these people,” he tousled at once. “I’ve noticeable the form of stuff your lot wear. They’d better have the decency to position on usual clothes, that is all.”

Harry felt a slight feel of foreboding. He had not often noticeable Mr. Or Mrs. Weasley wearing whatever that the Dursleys would call “average.” Their kids might don Muggle garb in the course of the holidays, however Mr. And Mrs. Weasley commonly wore lengthy robes in varying states of shabbiness. Harry wasn’t stricken about what the neighbors would feel, however he used to be anxious about how impolite the Dursleys perhaps to the Weasleys in the event that they turned up looking like their worst thought of wizards.

Uncle Vernon had put on his quality swimsuit. To a few people, this would have looked like a gesture of welcome, however Harry knew it used to be on the grounds that Uncle Vernon wanted to look spectacular and intimidating. Dudley, however, seemed come what may diminished. This was not given that the food plan was once at final taking outcomes, however as a result of fright. Dudley had emerged from his last come across with a totally grown wizard with a curly pig’s tail poking out of the seat of his trousers, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had needed to pay for its removing at a confidential clinic in London. It wasn’t altogether surprising, as a result, that Dudley kept walking his hand nervously over his backside, and walking sideways from room to room, in order not to present the equal goal to the enemy.

Lunch used to be an practically silent meal. Dudley didn’t even protest on the meals (cottage cheese and grated celery). Aunt Petunia wasn’t, consuming whatever at all. Her arms have been folded, her lips were pursed, and she or he gave the look to be chewing her tongue, as if biting again the furious diatribe she longed to throw at Harry.

“they’ll be using, of course?” Uncle Vernon barked throughout the desk.

“Er,” mentioned Harry.

He hadn’t suggestion of that. How were the Weasleys going to decide upon him up? They didn’t have a auto anymore; the old Ford Anglia that they had as soon as owned used to be presently jogging wild within the Forbidden forest at Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley had borrowed a Ministry of Magic vehicle last year; in all likelihood he would do the equal at present!

“I feel so,” stated Harry.

Uncle Vernon snorted into his mustache. Probably, Uncle Vernon would have requested what automobile Mr. Weasley drove; he tended to guage different men via how colossal and steeply-priced their cars had been. However Harry doubted whether Uncle Vernon would have taken to Mr. Weasley even supposing he drove a Ferrari.

Harry spent many of the afternoon in his bed room; he could not stand observing Aunt Petunia peer out through the net curtains each few seconds, as if there had been a warning about an escaped rhinoceros. Ultimately, at a quarter to 5, Harry went again downstairs and into the living room.

Aunt Petunia was compulsively straightening cushions. Uncle Vernon used to be pretending to learn the paper, but his tiny eyes weren’t relocating, and Harry was once certain he was relatively listening with all his could for the sound of an approaching auto.

Dudley was once filled into an armchair, his porky fingers below him, clamped firmly around his bottom. Harry couldn’t take the anxiety; he left the room and went and sat on the steps within the hall, his eyes on his watch and his heart pumping fast from excitement and nerves.

However five o’clock came and then went. Uncle Vernon, perspiring reasonably in his suit, opened the entrance door, peered up and down the street, then withdrew his head quickly.

“they may be late!” he tousled at Harry.

I know,” said Harry. “might be ­ er ­ the traffic’s dangerous, or whatever.”

Ten prior 5 … Then a quarter past 5 … Harry was starting to suppose anxious himself now. At 1/2 past, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia conversing in terse mutters within the residing room.

“No consideration at all.”

“We might’ve had an engagement.”

“perhaps they think they’ll get invited to dinner if they’re late.”

“well, they most definitely will not be,” said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him rise up and pacing the living room. “they are going to take the boy and go, there will be no placing round. That’s if they may be coming in any respect. Generally unsuitable the day. I daresay their kind do not set much store by punctuality. Both that or they power some tin­pot automobile that’s broken d­ AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!”

Harry jumped up. From the opposite facet of the residing room door came the sounds of the three Dursleys scrambling, panic­afflicted, throughout the room. Next moment Dudley got here flying into the corridor, looking terrified.

“What happened?” mentioned Harry. “what’s the topic?”

however Dudley didn’t look capable to converse. Arms nonetheless clamped over his buttocks, he waddled as fast as he might into the kitchen. Harry hurried into the dwelling room.

Loud bangings and scrapings were coming from in the back of the Dursleys’ boarded­up fire, which had a false coal fireplace plugged in entrance of it.

“what is it?” gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring, terrified, toward the hearth. “what is it, Vernon?”

however they were left doubtful barely a 2nd longer. Voices would be heard from within the blocked fire.

“Ouch! Fred, no ­ return, go back, there may be been some kind of mistake ­ inform George not to ­ OUCH! George, no, there’s no room, go back speedily and tell Ron­ “

“probably Harry can hear us, Dad ­ maybe he’ll be able to allow us to out­”

There was once a loud hammering of fists on the boards in the back of the electrical hearth.

“Harry? Harry, are you able to hear us?”

The Dursleys rounded on Harry like a pair of angry wolverines.

“What is this?” growled Uncle Vernon. “what’s going on?”

“They ­ they’ve tried to get right here by means of Floo powder,” said Harry, combating a mad wish to chuckle. “they are able to travel by hearth ­ handiest you might have blocked the hearth ­ hold on ­”

He approached the hearth and referred to as by way of the boards.

“Mr. Weasley? Are you able to hear me?”

The hammering stopped. An individual inside the chimney piece mentioned, “Shh!”

“Mr. Weasley, it’s Harry … The fireside has been blocked up. You is not going to be in a position to get through there.”

“damn!” said Mr. Weasley’s voice. “What on earth did they want to block up the fireside for?”

“They’ve bought an electrical hearth,” Harry defined.

“really?” said Mr. Weasley’s voice excitedly. “Eclectic, you say? With a plug!

Gracious, I have to see that…. Let’s feel … Ouch, Ron!”

Ron’s voice now joined the others’.

“What are we doing right here? Has some thing long past flawed?”

“Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is precisely where we wanted to become.”

“Yeah, we’re having the time of our lives right here,” stated George, whose voice sounded muffled, as if he used to be squashed against the wall.

“Boys, boys. . .” said Mr. Weasley vaguely. “i’m looking to think what to do…. Yes … Only approach. . . Stand back, Harry.”

Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, nevertheless, moved forward.

“Wait a second!” he bellowed on the hearth. “What exactly are you going to ­”


The electric fire shot across the room because the boarded­up fire burst outward, expelling Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and free chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her earlier than she hit the ground, and gaped, speechless, on the Weasleys, all of whom had brilliant red hair, including Fred and George, who have been same to the last freckle.

“that is better,” panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dirt from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. “Ah ­ you ought to be Harry’s aunt and uncle!”

Tall, skinny, and balding, he moved towards Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, however Uncle Vernon backed away a couple of paces, dragging Aunt Petunia. Words utterly failed Uncle Vernon. His great go well with was included in white dirt, which had settled in his hair and mustache and made him look as though he had simply aged thirty years.

“Er ­ sure ­ sorry about that,” stated Mr. Weasley, decreasing his hand and watching over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. “it’s all my fault. It just failed to arise to me that we would not be in a position to get out at the other finish. I had your fireplace related to the Floo network, you see ­ only for an afternoon, , so we would get Harry. Muggle fireplaces don’t seem to be supposed to be related, strictly speakme ­ however I’ve received a useful contact on the Floo legislation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it correct in a jiffy, although, do not worry. I will light a fireplace to ship the boys again, after which i will repair your fireplace before I Disapparate.”

Harry was once equipped to guess that the Dursleys hadn’t understood a single phrase of this.

They had been nonetheless gaping at Mr. Weasley, thunderstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright once more and hid at the back of Uncle Vernon.

“whats up, Harry!” stated Mr. Weasley brightly. “obtained your trunk able?”

“it is upstairs,” stated Harry, grinning back.

“we’ll get it,” mentioned Fred immediately. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room.

They knew where Harry’s bed room used to be, having once rescued him from it within the useless of night time. Harry suspected that Fred and George have been hoping for a glimpse of Dudley; they’d heard so much about him from Harry.

“good,” said Mr. Weasley, swinging his fingers relatively, even as he tried to find words to interrupt the very nasty silence. “Very ­ erm ­ very great situation you may have acquired right here.”

because the by and large spotless dwelling room was once now blanketed in dirt and bits of brick, this comment failed to go down too good with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon’s face purpled another time, and Aunt Petunia began chewing her tongue once more. Nevertheless, they appeared too scared to honestly say some thing.

Mr. Weasley was watching round. He cherished the whole lot to do with Muggles. Harry could see him itching to go and compare the tv and the video recorder.

“They run off eckeltricity, do they?” he stated knowledgeably. “Ah yes, i will be able to see the plugs. I acquire plugs,” he delivered to Uncle Vernon. “And batteries. Bought an awfully colossal assortment of batteries. My spouse thinks i am mad, but there you might be.”

Uncle Vernon clearly suggestion Mr. Weasley used to be mad too. He moved ever so quite to the proper, screening Aunt Petunia from view, as if he suggestion Mr.

Weasley might abruptly run at them and assault.

Dudley all of a sudden reappeared in the room. Harry could hear the clunk of his trunk on the stairs, and knew that the sounds had scared Dudley out of the kitchen.

Dudley edged along the wall, staring at at Mr. Weasley with terrified eyes, and attempted to conceal himself behind his dad and mom. Regrettably, Uncle Vernon’s bulk, even as enough to hide bony Aunt Petunia, was once nowhere near ample to hide Dudley.

“Ah, that is your cousin, is it, Harry?” said Mr. Weasley, taking one more brave stab at making conversation.

“Yep,” mentioned Harry, “that’s Dudley.”

He and Ron exchanged glances after which rapidly seemed faraway from each other; the temptation to burst out laughing was close to overwhelming. Dudley was nonetheless clutching his bottom as though afraid it could fall off. Mr. Weasley, nevertheless, appeared truely involved at Dudley’s bizarre behavior. Certainly, from the tone of his voice when he subsequent spoke, Harry used to be particularly sure that Mr. Weasley suggestion Dudley was once fairly as mad as the Dursleys concept he was, besides that Mr. Weasley felt sympathy instead than worry.

“Having a excellent excursion, Dudley?” he said kindly.

Dudley whimpered. Harry noticed his fingers tighten nonetheless more difficult over his huge backside.

Fred and George got here again into the room carrying Harry’s college trunk. They

glanced round as they entered and noticed Dudley. Their faces cracked into equal evil grins.

“Ah, correct,” said Mr. Weasley. “higher get cracking then.”

He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. Harry noticed the Dursleys draw back towards the wall as one.

“Incendio!” said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole within the wall behind him.

Flames rose directly in the fireplace, crackling merrily as if they’d been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder within, and threw it onto the flames, which became emerald green and roared better than ever.

“Off you go then, Fred,” mentioned Mr. Weasley.

“Coming,” said Fred. “Oh no ­ hold on ­”

A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred’s pocket and the contents were now rolling in every path ­ big, fats toffees in brightly coloured wrappers.

Fred scrambled round, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, pronouncing “the Burrow!” Aunt Petunia gave a bit of shuddering gasp. There was once a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.

“right then, George,” said Mr. Weasley, “you and the trunk.”

Harry helped George lift the trunk ahead into the flames and switch it onto its finish so that he would maintain it higher. Then, with a 2nd whoosh, George had cried “the Burrow!” and vanished too.

“Ron, you next,” mentioned Mr. Weasley.

“See you,” mentioned Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned widely at Harry, then stepped into the fire, shouted “the Burrow!” and disappeared.

Now Harry and Mr. Weasley by myself remained.

“well . . . ‘bye then,” Harry said to the Dursleys.

They failed to say something in any respect. Harry moved towards the fire, but simply as he reached the edge of the fireside, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him again. He used to be looking at the Dursleys in amazement.

“Harry said just right­bye to you,” he said. “failed to you hear him?”

“it’s not relevant,” Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. “honestly, i do not care.”

Mr. Weasley did not get rid of his hand from Harry’s shoulder.

“You aren’t going to see your nephew until next summer season,” he mentioned to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. “without doubt you’re going to claim just right­bye?”

Uncle Vernon’s face labored furiously. The proposal of being taught consideration by way of a person who had just blasted away half of his living room wall seemed to be inflicting him excessive suffering. However Mr. Weasley’s wand was still in his hand, and Uncle Vernon’s tiny eyes darted to it as soon as, earlier than he stated, very resentfully, “good­bye, then.”

“See you,” mentioned Harry, hanging one foot ahead into the fairway flames, which felt pleasantly like heat breath. At that moment, nonetheless, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream.

Harry wheeled round. Dudley was once not standing at the back of his father and mother. He used to be kneeling beside the espresso table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot­long, pink, slimy factor that used to be protruding from his mouth. One bewildered 2nd later, Harry realized that the foot­long thing was Dudley’s tongue ­ and that a brightly coloured toffee wrapper lay on the ground before him.

Aunt Petunia hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and tried to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, looking to fight her off. Uncle Vernon used to be bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.

“not to fear, i will be able to type him out!” he yelled, advancing on Dudley along with his wand outstretched, but Aunt Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on prime of Dudley, protective him from Mr. Weasley.

“No, particularly!” mentioned Mr. Weasley desperately. “it can be a simple system it was once the toffee ­ my son Fred ­ real functional joker ­ but it’s most effective an Engorgement attraction ­ at the least, I consider it is ­ please, i can right it ”

however a long way from being reassured, the Dursleys became more panic­ stricken; Aunt Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley’s tongue as though decided to tear it out; Dudley seemed to be suffocating underneath the mixed strain of his mother and his tongue; and Uncle Vernon, who had misplaced control utterly, seized a china determine from on top of the sideboard and threw it very tough at Mr. Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter within the blasted hearth.

“Now rather!” mentioned Mr. Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. “i’m trying to aid!”

Bellowing like a wounded hippo, Uncle Vernon snatched up a further decoration.

“Harry, go! Simply go!” Mr. Weasley shouted, his wand on Uncle Vernon. “i’m going to style this out!”

Harry did not want to miss the fun, however Uncle Vernon’s 2d ornament narrowly

overlooked his left ear, and on stability he idea it nice to go away the hindrance to Mr.

Weasley. He stepped into the hearth, watching over his shoulder as he mentioned “the Burrow!” His final fleeting glimpse of the living room used to be of Mr. Weasley blasting a 3rd decoration out of Uncle Vernon’s hand together with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on high of Dudley, and Dudley’s tongue lolling round like a quality slimy python. However subsequent moment Harry had begun to spin very fast, and the Dursleys’ dwelling room used to be whipped out of sight in a rush of emerald­green flames.


Harry spun turbo and turbo, elbows tucked tightly to his facets, blurred fireplaces flashing earlier him, unless he began to think in poor health and closed his eyes. Then, when at final he felt himself slowing down, he threw out his palms and came to a halt in time to avoid himself from falling face forward out of the Weasleys’ kitchen fire.

“Did he eat it?” said Fred excitedly, conserving out a hand to pull Harry to his fee “Yeah,” said Harry, straightening up. “What was once it?”

“Ton­Tongue Toffee,” stated Fred brightly. “George and that i invented them, and we have now been watching for anybody to scan them on all summer time. . . .”

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; Harry looked around and noticed that Ron and George have been sitting at the scrubbed wood desk with two pink­haired persons Harry had never seen before, though he knew right away who they ought to be: invoice and Charlie, the 2 eldest Weasley brothers.

“How’re you doing, Harry?” mentioned the nearer of the 2, grinning at him and conserving out a gigantic hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who labored with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a huge, good­natured face, which was climate­overwhelmed and so freckly that he appeared almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one in all them had a colossal, brilliant burn on it.

Invoice received to his ft, smiling, and also shook Harry’s hand. Invoice came as some thing of a surprise. Harry knew that he worked for the wizarding financial institution, Gringotts, and that bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; Harry had normally imagined invoice to be an older variant of Percy: fussy about rule­breaking and keen on bossing everybody around. Nonetheless, invoice used to be ­ there used to be no other phrase for it ­ cool. He used to be tall, with lengthy hair that he had tied again in a ponytail. He was once carrying an earring with what gave the look of a fang dangling from it. Invoice’s clothes would not have appeared out of location at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, now not of leather-based, but of dragon hide.

Before any of them would say some thing else, there used to be a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley seemed out of thin air at George’s shoulder. He was looking angrier than Harry had ever obvious him.

“That wasn’t humorous Fred!” he shouted. “What on the earth did you provide that Muggle boy?”

“I didn’t give him some thing,” stated Fred, with one more evil grin. I simply dropped it…. It used to be his fault he went and ate it, I not ever told him to.”

“You dropped it on reason!” roared Mr. Weasley. “You knew he’d devour it, you knew he used to be on a food regimen ”

“How large did his tongue get?” George asked eagerly.

“It was four ft long before his dad and mom would let me minimize it!”

Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter once more.

“it isn’t humorous!” Mr. Weasley shouted. “That kind of habits significantly undermines wizard­Muggle members of the family! I spend 1/2 my existence campaigning towards the mistreatment of Muggles, and my possess sons “We failed to supply it to him on the grounds that he’s a Muggle!” mentioned Fred indignantly.

“No, we gave it to him for the reason that he is a satisfactory bullying git,” mentioned George. “is not he, Harry?”

“Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry earnestly.

“that is not the point!” raged Mr. Weasley. “You wait until I tell your mother ­”

“inform me what?” stated a voice at the back of them.

Mrs. Weasley had simply entered the kitchen. She used to be a short, plump woman with an awfully sort face, although her eyes had been at the moment narrowed with suspicion.

“Oh hey, Harry, pricey,” she stated, recognizing him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped again to her husband. “tell me what, Arthur?”

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry would inform that, however irritated he was with Fred and George, he hadn’t fairly supposed to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There used to be a silence, even as Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then two women regarded within the kitchen doorway in the back of Mrs. Weasley. One, with very hairy brown hair and instead large entrance teeth, was Harry’s and Ron’s friend, Hermione Granger. The opposite, who was small and pink­haired, used to be Ron’s more youthful sister, Ginny. Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet ­ she had been very inquisitive about Harry ever on the grounds that his first consult with to the Burrow.

“inform me what, Arthur?” Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous kind of voice.

“it’s nothing, Molly,” mumbled Mr. Weasley, “Fred and George just ­ however I’ve had phrases with them ­”

“What have they accomplished this time?” stated Mrs. Weasley. “If it is bought anything to do with Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes ­”

“Why do not you exhibit Harry where he’s dozing, Ron?” mentioned Hermione from the doorway.

“He knows where he is sound asleep,” mentioned Ron, “in my room, he slept there last ­”

“we will all go,” mentioned Hermione pointedly.

“Oh,” mentioned Ron, cottoning on. “correct.”

“Yeah, we will come too,” said George.

“You keep the place you are!” snarled Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron edged out of the kitchen, and they, Hermione, and Ginny set off along the narrow hallway and up the rickety staircase that zigzagged by way of the condominium to the upper stories.

“What are Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes?” Harry requested as they climbed.

Ron and Ginny each laughed, although Hermione did not.

“Mum found this stack of order varieties when she was once cleaning Fred and George’s room,” stated Ron quietly. “best long price lists for stuff they’ve invented. Joke stuff, you already know. False wands and trick sweets, lots of stuff. It was great, I by no means knew they’d been inventing all that . . .”

“now we have been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, however we in no way idea they had been certainly making matters,” stated Ginny. “We thought they only appreciated the noise.”

“best, most of the stuff ­ well, all of it, rather ­ was slightly unsafe,” mentioned Ron, “and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Advised them they weren’t allowed to make any further of it, and burned all the order forms…. She’s furious at them anyway. They failed to get as many O.W.L.S as she anticipated.”

O.W.L.S were usual Wizarding levels, the examinations Hogwarts pupils took at the age of fifteen.

“and then there was once this big row,” Ginny mentioned, “for the reason that Mum wishes them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, they usually instructed her all they need to do is open a funny story keep.”

simply then a door on the 2nd landing opened, and a face poked out sporting horn­ rimmed glasses and an awfully frustrated expression.

“hello, Percy,” stated Harry.

“Oh hiya, Harry,” stated Percy. “I was wondering who used to be making all the noise.

I’m trying to work in here, I’ve acquired a report to conclude for the administrative center ­ and it’s alternatively complex to pay attention when persons keep thundering up and down the steps.”

“We’re not thundering, “mentioned Ron irritably. “We’re strolling. Sorry if we’ve

disturbed the highest­secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.”

“What are you working on?” said Harry.

“A document for the department of global Magical Cooperation,” stated Percy smugly. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these overseas imports are only a color too thin ­ leakages were increasing at a price of close to three percentage a year ­”

“That’ll change the sector, that record will,” mentioned Ron. “front web page of the everyday Prophet, I anticipate, cauldron leaks.”

Percy went somewhat pink.

“You might sneer, Ron,” he mentioned heatedly, “however unless some form of global regulation is imposed we would good in finding the market flooded with flimsy, shallow­ bottomed products that critically endanger ­”

“Yeah, yeah, all proper,” said Ron, and he began off upstairs once more. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three extra flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen beneath echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had instructed Mrs. Weasley concerning the toffees.

The room at the top of the apartment where Ron slept appeared much because it had the final time that Harry had come to stay: the identical posters of Ron’s favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, have been whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which had beforehand held frog spawn, now contained one totally massive frog. Ron’s ancient rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny grey owl that had delivered Ron’s letter to Harry in Privet power. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.

“Shut up, Pig,” said Ron, edging his method between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. “Fred and George are in right here with us, considering bill and Charlie are of their room,” he advised Harry. “Percy will get to maintain his room all to himself due to the fact that he is obtained to work.”

“Er ­ why are you calling that owl Pig?” Harry requested Ron.

“due to the fact that he is being stupid,” mentioned Ginny, “Its suitable identify is Pigwidgeon.”

“Yeah, and that’s not a silly name in any respect,” said Ron paradoxically. “Ginny named him,” he explained to Harry. “She reckons it is sweet. And i attempted to change it, however it used to be too late, he will not reply to something else. So now he’s Pig. I’ve obtained to maintain him up here when you consider that he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that.

Pigwidgeon zoomed happily round his cage, hooting shrilly. Harry knew Ron too good to take him significantly. He had moaned continually about his old rat, Scabbers, but had been most upset when Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, seemed to have

eaten him.

“the place’s Crookshanks?” Harry asked Hermione now.

“Out within the backyard, I assume,” she mentioned. “He likes chasing gnomes. He is never seen any before.”

“Percy’s enjoying work, then?” said Harry, sitting down on some of the beds and gazing the Chudley Cannons zooming inside and out of the posters on the ceiling.

“enjoying it?” stated Ron darkly. “i do not reckon he’d come house if Dad failed to make him. He’s obsessed. Simply do not get him onto the field of his boss. In keeping with Mr. Crouch … As I was once saying to Mr. Crouch … Mr. Crouch is of the opinion …

Mr. Crouch was telling me … They will be asserting their engagement any day now.”

“have you ever had a excellent summer, Harry?” stated Hermione. “Did you get our food parcels and the whole lot?”

“Yeah, thanks so much, ” stated Harry. “They saved my existence, these desserts.

“And have you heard from ­?” Ron commenced, however at a appear from Hermione he fell silent. Harry knew Ron had been about to ask about Sirius. Ron and Hermione had been so deeply concerned in helping Sirius break out from the Ministry of Magic that they had been practically as concerned about Harry’s godfather as he was once. Nevertheless, discussing him in entrance of Ginny was once a bad notion. No one but themselves and Professor Dumbledore knew about how Sirius had escaped, or believed in his innocence.

“I feel they’ve stopped arguing,” said Hermione, to duvet the awkward moment, due to the fact that Ginny was once watching curiously from Ron to Harry. “we could go down and support your mum with dinner?”

“Yeah, all right,” said Ron. The 4 of them left Ron’s room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley by myself in the kitchen, looking totally bad­ tempered.

“We’re eating out within the backyard,” she stated once they got here in. “there is just no longer room for eleven men and women in right here. Might you’re taking the plates external, women? Invoice and Charlie are constructing the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two,” she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a bit extra vigorously than she had meant at a pile of potatoes within the sink, which shot out of their skins so rapid that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes. “those two!” she burst out savagely, now pulling pots and pans out of a cupboard, and Harry knew she intended Fred and George. I do not know what’s going to occur to them, I relatively do not. No ambition, unless you depend making as a lot

predicament as they almost certainly can….”

Mrs. Weasley slammed a tremendous copper saucepan down on the kitchen desk and commenced to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred.

“it is no longer as if they have not obtained brains, she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting fixtures it with an additional poke of her wand, “however they are wasting them, and except they pull themselves together soon, they are going to be in real quandary. I’ve had extra owls from Hogwarts about them than the relaxation put collectively. If they create on the way they may be going, they will come to be in front of the wrong Use of Magic office.”

Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand on the cutlery drawer, which shot open. Harry and Ron each jumped out of the best way as a couple of knives soared out of it, flew throughout the kitchen, and started reducing the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by using the dustpan.

“I do not know the place we went wrong with them,” stated Mrs. Weasley, hanging down her wand and beginning to drag out nonetheless extra saucepans. “it can be been the identical for years, one factor after one more, and they is not going to hearken to ­ OH not once more!”

She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and was a tremendous rubber mouse.

“one in all their fake wands again!” she shouted. “How regularly have I instructed them to not depart them lying around?”

She grabbed her real wand and became round to seek out that the sauce on the range was smoking.

“C’mon,” Ron stated hurriedly to Harry, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, “let’s go and aid bill and Charlie.”

They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard.

That they had handiest long past a few paces when Hermione’s bandy­legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, got here pelting out of the garden, bottle­brush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Harry well-known it immediately as a gnome. Barely ten inches excessive, its horny little feet pattered very quick because it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into one of the vital Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. Harry might hear the gnome laughing madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, making an attempt to reach it. In the meantime, an extraordinarily loud crashing noise used to be coming from the other facet of the apartment. The supply of the commotion was once printed as they entered the garden, and saw that invoice and Charlie both had their wands out, and have been making two battered historic tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each and every other, every trying to knock the other’s out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny used to be laughing, and Hermione was hovering close the hedge, apparently torn between leisure and anxiousness.

Invoice’s desk caught Charlie’s with a colossal bang and knocked one of its legs off.

There used to be a clatter from overhead, and they all appeared up to see Percy’s head poking out of a window on the 2nd ground.

“Will you keep it down?!” he bellowed.

“Sorry, Perce,” said invoice, grinning. “How’re the cauldron bottoms approaching?”

“Very badly,” said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, finish to finish, after which, with a flick of his wand, invoice reattached the desk leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.

With the aid of seven o’clock, the two tables were groaning below dishes and dishes of Mrs.

Weasley’s pleasant cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione had been settling themselves down to devour below a clear, deep­blue sky. To anyone who had been residing on foods of increasingly stale cake all summer season, this was once paradise, and at first, Harry listened alternatively than talked as he helped himself to hen and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad.

On the some distance end of the desk, Percy was telling his father all about his file on cauldron bottoms.

“I’ve informed Mr. Crouch that i will have it ready by way of Tuesday,” Percy was once saying pompously. “that is a bit of quicker than he expected it, but I wish to maintain on top of things. I think he’ll be grateful I’ve done it in excellent time, I mean, its incredibly busy in our division just now, what with the entire arrangements for the world Cup.

We’re simply not getting the aid we’d like from the division of Magical video games and physical games. Ludo Bagman ”

“i love Ludo,” stated Mr. Weasley mildly. “He used to be the one who obtained us such excellent tickets for the Cup. I did him a little bit of a prefer: His brother, Otto, obtained into a spot of challenge ­ a lawnmower with unnatural powers I smoothed the entire factor over.”

“Oh Bagman’s likable enough, of path,” said Percy dismissively, “but how he ever acquired to be Head of department … After I examine him to Mr. Crouch! I can not see Mr. Crouch dropping a member of our division and now not looking to find out what’s happened to them. You have an understanding of Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on vacation to Albania and certainly not came back?”

“sure, I was asking Ludo about that,” said Mr. Weasley, frowning. “He says Bertha’s gotten misplaced a lot of occasions earlier than now ­ though ought to say, if it was someone in my department, i’d be involved. . . .”

“Oh Bertha’s hopeless, all right,” mentioned Percy. “I hear she’s been shunted from division to division for years, rather more challenge than she’s worth … However all the equal, Bagman need to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she labored in our department at one time, you recognize, and i consider Mr. Crouch was once particularly keen on her ­ but Bagman simply continues laughing and announcing she

normally misinterpret the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However”

Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine ­ “we’ve acquired really ample on our plates at the department of worldwide Magical Cooperation with out trying to find individuals of other departments too. As you understand, we’ve bought an extra tremendous occasion to prepare proper after the world Cup.”

Percy cleared his throat vastly and appeared down towards the top of the desk the place Harry, Ron, and Hermione have been sitting. “you know the one i am speaking about, Father.” He raised his voice relatively. “the top­secret one.”

Ron rolled his eyes and muttered to Harry and Hermione, “he is been seeking to get us to ask what that event is ever because he started work. More often than not an exhibition of thick­bottomed cauldrons.”

within the middle of the desk, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with invoice about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition.

“. . . With a horrible first-class fang on it. Quite, invoice, what do they are saying on the bank?”

“Mum,.No one at the bank offers a damn how I costume so long as I bring residence a lot of treasure,” mentioned invoice patiently.

“And your hair’s getting foolish, expensive,” mentioned Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly.” I want you would let me give it a trim. . . .”

“I adore it,” stated Ginny, who used to be sitting beside invoice. “you are so old­common, Mum. Anyway, it’s nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore’s….”

subsequent to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup.

“it can be bought to be ireland,” mentioned Charlie thickly, by way of a mouthful of potato. “They flattened Peru within the semifinals.”

“Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though,” stated Fred.

“Krum’s one first rate player, ireland has acquired seven,” said Charlie quickly. “I want England had acquired by way of. That used to be embarrassing, that was once.”

“What occurred?” said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from the wizarding world when he was once caught on Privet drive.

“Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to 10,” stated Charlie gloomily. “stunning efficiency. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was once slaughtered by means of Luxembourg.”

Harry had been on the Gryffindor apartment Quidditch workforce ever seeing that his first yr at Hogwarts and owned one of the exceptional racing brooms on this planet, a Firebolt. Flying got here more naturally to Harry than anything else within the magical world, and he performed within the position of Seeker on the Gryffindor apartment workforce.

Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they’d their home made strawberry ice cream, and by the point they’d finished, moths have been fluttering low over the table, and the warm air used to be perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. Harry was once feeling extremely good fed and at peace with the arena as he watched a number of gnomes sprinting via the rosebushes, laughing madly and carefully pursued through Crookshanks.

Ron regarded cautiously up the desk to investigate that the leisure of the household had been all busy speakme, then he said very quietly to Harry, “So ­ have you heard from Sirius today?”

Hermione looked around, listening intently.

“Yeah,” mentioned Harry softly, “twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He would write again even as i’m right here.”

He all of a sudden remembered the reason he had written to Sirius, and for a second was once on the verge of telling Ron and Hermione about his scar hurting again, and concerning the dream that had awoken him … But he particularly failed to wish to worry them simply now, no longer when he himself was feeling so joyful and peaceable.

“seem at the time,” Mrs. Weasley mentioned out of the blue, checking her wristwatch. “You rather should be in bed, the whole lot of you you can be up on the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, in the event you depart your college list out, i’ll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I am getting every person else’s. There would no longer be time after the arena Cup, the match went on for 5 days final time.”

“Wow ­ hope it does this time!” said Harry enthusiastically.

“good, I surely don’t,” stated Percy sanctimoniously. “I shudder to think what the state of my in­tray could be if I was faraway from work for five days.”

“Yeah, any one could slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?” stated Fred.

“That used to be a sample of fertilizer from Norway!” said Percy, going very pink within the face. “It was nothing personal!”

“It was once,” Fred whispered to Harry as they acquired up from the desk. “We sent it.”


Harry felt as if he had barely lain right down to steep in Ron’s room when he was being shaken awake via Mrs. Weasley.

“Time to go, Harry, pricey,” she whispered, relocating away to wake Ron.

Harry felt round for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It used to be still darkish external.

Ron muttered indistinctly as his mom roused him. At the foot of Harry’s mattress he noticed two massive, matted shapes emerging from tangles of blankets.

“‘S’ time already?” mentioned Fred groggily.

They wearing silence, too sleepy to speak, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley used to be stirring the contents of a huge pot on the range, whilst Mr.

Weasley used to be sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of significant parchment tickets. He regarded up because the boys entered and spread his hands in order that they could see his garments extra certainly. He was once carrying what gave the impression to be a golf sweater and a very ancient pair of jeans, reasonably too colossal for him and held up with a thick leather-based belt.

“What d’you consider?” he asked anxiously. “We’re supposed to head incognito ­ do I seem like a Muggle, Harry?”

“Yeah,” stated Harry, smiling, “excellent.”

“the place’re invoice and Charlie and Per­Per­Percy?” mentioned George, failing to stifle a tremendous yawn.

“well, they’re Apparating, are not they?” mentioned Mrs. Weasley, heaving the significant pot over to the desk and establishing to ladle porridge into bowls. “So they may be able to have a bit of of a lie­in.”

Harry knew that Apparating meant disappearing from one situation and reappearing practically instantly in a different, however had not ever identified any Hogwarts pupil to do it, and understood that it was once very elaborate.

“So they are nonetheless in mattress?” stated Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge towards him. “Why can not we Apparate too?”

“considering that you’re not of age and you have not passed your scan,” snapped Mrs.

Weasley. “And where have these women obtained to?”

She bustled out of the kitchen and so they heard her hiking the steps.

“You have to move a test to Apparate?” Harry requested.

“Oh sure,” stated Mr. Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the again pocket of his denims. “The department of Magical Transportation had to exceptional a few folks the other day for Apparating with out a license. It can be no longer easy, Apparition, and when it can be now not carried out property it might lead to nasty issues. This pair i’m talking about went and splinched themselves.”

everybody around the table except Harry winced.

“Er ­ splinched?” stated Harry.

“They left half of of themselves in the back of,” mentioned Mr. Weasley, now spooning tremendous quantities of treacle onto his porridge. “So, of direction, they had been stuck. Could not move both approach. Had to stay up for the unintended Magic Reversal Squad to kind them out. Supposed a fair historic bit of paperwork, i can inform you, what with the Muggles who spotted the physique ingredients they’d left behind…..”

Harry had a surprising vision of a pair of legs and an eyeball mendacity deserted on the pavement of Privet force.

“had been they okay?” he requested, startled.

“Oh yes,” stated Mr. Weasley matter­of­factly. “however they received a heavy quality, and i do not believe they will be making an attempt it once more in a hurry. You do not mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of grownup wizards who don’t trouble with it. Choose brooms ­ slower, however safer.”

“however invoice and Charlie and Percy can all do it?”

“Charlie had to take the scan twice,” said Fred, grinning. “He failed the primary time.

Apparated five miles south of where he supposed to, proper on high of some bad old pricey doing her browsing, do not forget?”

“yes, good, he handed the second time,” stated Mrs. Weasley, marching again into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.

“Percy only handed two weeks in the past,” said George. “he is been Apparating downstairs every morning when you consider that, simply to show he can.”

there have been footsteps down the passageway and Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, each looking pale and drowsy.

“Why will we have got to be up so early?” Ginny stated, rubbing her eyes and sitting down on the desk.

“we’ve bought a little bit of a stroll,” mentioned Mr. Weasley.

“stroll?” said Harry. “What, are we strolling to the world Cup?”

“No, no, that is miles away,” mentioned Mr. Weasley, smiling. “We most effective have to stroll a brief means. It’s simply that it’s very problematic for a colossal number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle attention. We have to be very cautious about

how we travel at the exceptional of times, and on a gigantic social gathering just like the Quidditch World Cup…”

“George!” mentioned Mrs. Weasley sharply, and so they all jumped.

“What?” mentioned George, in an harmless tone that deceived nobody.

“what is that for your pocket?”