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Hagrid’s smile faded off his face.

“Yeh’ll do wha’ yer told, ” he growled, “or I’ll be takin’ a leaf outta Professor Moody’s book. . . . I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy. ” The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently the memory of Moody’s punishment was still sufficiently painful to stop him from retorting. Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the castle at the end of the lesson in high spirits; seeing Hagrid put down Malfoy was particularly satisfying,

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especially because Malfoy had done his very best to get Hagrid sacked the previous year.

When they arrived in the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owing to the large crowd of students congre- gated there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Ron, the tallest of the three, stood on tiptoe to see over the heads in front of them and read the sign aloud to the other two:

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The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at 6 o’clock on Friday the 30th of October. Lessons will end half an hour early —

“Brilliant! ” said Harry. “It’s Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won’t have time to poison us all! ”

Students will return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the Welcoming Feast.

“Only a week away! ” said Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff, emerg- ing from the crowd, his eyes gleaming. “I wonder if Cedric knows? Think I’ll go and tell him. . . . ”

“Cedric? ” said Ron blankly as Ernie hurried off. “Diggory, ” said Harry. “He must be entering the tournament. ”

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“That idiot, Hogwarts champion? ” said Ron as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase. “He’s not an idiot. You just don’t like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch, ” said Hermione. “I’ve heard he’s a really

good student — and he’s a prefect. ”

She spoke as though this settled the matter.

“You only like him because he’s handsome, ” said Ron scathingly.

“Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome! ” said Hermione indignantly.

Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like

“ Lockhart! ”

The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked ef- fect upon the inhabitants of the castle. During the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where Harry went: the Triwizard Tournament. Rumors were flying from student to student like highly contagious germs: who was going to try for Hogwarts champion, what the tournament would involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from themselves.

Harry noticed too that the castle seemed to be undergoing an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat hud- dled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking, and Argus Filch, the caretaker, was be- having so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics.

Other members of the staff seemed oddly tense too.

“Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can’t even perform a

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simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang! ” Pro- fessor McGonagall barked at the end of one particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus.

When they went down to breakfast on the morning of the thir- tieth of October, they found that the Great Hall had been deco- rated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Behind the teachers’ table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down beside Fred and George at the Gryffindor table. Once again, and most unusually, they were sitting apart from everyone else and conversing in low voices. Ron led the way over to them.

“It’s a bummer, all right, ” George was saying gloomily to Fred. “But if he won’t talk to us in person, we’ll have to send him the letter after all. Or we’ll stuff it into his hand. He can’t avoid us forever. ”

“Who’s avoiding you? ” said Ron, sitting down next to them. “Wish you would, ” said Fred, looking irritated at the inter- ruption.

“What’s a bummer? ” Ron asked George.

“Having a nosy git like you for a brother, ” said George. “You two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet? ” Harry asked. “Thought any more about trying to enter? ”

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wasn’t telling, ” said George bitterly. “She just told me to shut up and get on with transfiguring my raccoon. ”

“Wonder what the tasks are going to be? ” said Ron thoughtfully. “You know, I bet we could do them, Harry. We’ve done dangerous stuff before. . . . ”

“Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven’t, ” said Fred. “McGonagall says the champions get awarded points according to how well they’ve done the tasks. ”

“Who are the judges? ” Harry asked.

“Well, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel, ” said Hermione, and everyone looked around at her, rather surprised, “because all three of them were injured during the Tour- nament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage. ”

She noticed them all looking at her and said, with her usual air of impatience that nobody else had read all the books she had, “It’s

all in Hogwarts, A History. Though, of course, that book’s not en-

tirely reliable. A Revised History of Hogwarts would be a more accu-

rate title. Or A Highly Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts,

Which Glosses Over the Nastier Aspects of the School. ”

“What are you on about? ” said Ron, though Harry thought he knew what was coming.

“ House-elves! ” said Hermione, her eyes flashing. “Not once, in

over a thousand pages, does Hogwarts, A History mention that we are

all colluding in the oppression of a hundred slaves! ”

Harry shook his head and applied himself to his scrambled eggs. His and Ron’s lack of enthusiasm had done nothing whatsoever to curb Hermione’s determination to pursue justice for house-elves.

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True, both of them had paid two Sickles for a S. P. E. W. badge, but they had only done it to keep her quiet. Their Sickles had been wasted, however; if anything, they seemed to have made Hermione more vociferous. She had been badgering Harry and Ron ever since, first to wear the badges, then to persuade others to do the same, and she had also taken to rattling around the Gryffindor common room every evening, cornering people and shaking the collecting tin un- der their noses.

“You do realize that your sheets are changed, your fires lit, your classrooms cleaned, and your food cooked by a group of magical creatures who are unpaid and enslaved? ” she kept saying fiercely. Some people, like Neville, had paid up just to stop Hermione from glowering at them. A few seemed mildly interested in what she had to say, but were reluctant to take a more active role in cam- paigning. Many regarded the whole thing as a joke.

Ron now rolled his eyes at the ceiling, which was flooding them all in autumn sunlight, and Fred became extremely interested in his bacon (both twins had refused to buy a S. P. E. W. badge). George, however, leaned in toward Hermione.

“Listen, have you ever been down in the kitchens, Hermione? ” “No, of course not, ” said Hermione curtly, “I hardly think stu- dents are supposed to —”

“Well, we have, ” said George, indicating Fred, “loads of times,

to nick food. And we’ve met them, and they’re happy. They think

they’ve got the best job in the world —”

“That’s because they’re uneducated and brainwashed! ” Hermi- one began hotly, but her next few words were drowned out by the sudden whooshing noise from overhead, which announced the

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arrival of the post owls. Harry looked up at once, and saw Hedwig soaring toward him. Hermione stopped talking abruptly; she and Ron watched Hedwig anxiously as she fluttered down onto Harry’s shoulder, folded her wings, and held out her leg wearily.

Harry pulled off Sirius’s reply and offered Hedwig his bacon rinds, which she ate gratefully. Then, checking that Fred and George were safely immersed in further discussions about the Tri- wizard Tournament, Harry read out Sirius’s letter in a whisper to Ron and Hermione.

Nice try, Harry.

I’m back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that’s going on at Hogwarts. Don’t use Hedwig, keep changing owls, and don’t worry about me, just

watch out for yourself. Don’t forget what I said about your scar.

“Why d’you have to keep changing owls? ” Ron asked in a low voice.

“Hedwig’ll attract too much attention, ” said Hermione at once. “She stands out. A snowy owl that keeps returning to wherever he’s hiding. . . I mean, they’re not native birds, are they? ”

Harry rolled up the letter and slipped it inside his robes, won- dering whether he felt more or less worried than before. He sup- posed that Sirius managing to get back without being caught was something. He couldn’t deny either that the idea that Sirius was much nearer was reassuring; at least he wouldn’t have to wait so long for a response every time he wrote.

“Thanks, Hedwig, ” he said, stroking her. She hooted sleepily,

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dipped her beak briefly into his goblet of orange juice, then took off again, clearly desperate for a good long sleep in the Owlery. There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter. When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall.

The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines. “Weasley, straighten your hat, ” Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron. “Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair. ” Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.

“Follow me, please, ” said Professor McGonagall. “First years in front. . . no pushing. . . . ”

They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent- looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry, standing between Ron and Hermione in the fourth row from the front, saw Dennis Creevey positively shivering with an- ticipation among the other first years.

“Nearly six, ” said Ron, checking his watch and then staring down the drive that led to the front gates. “How d’you reckon they’re coming? The train? ”

“I doubt it, ” said Hermione.

“How, then? Broomsticks? ” Harry suggested, looking up at the starry sky.

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“I don’t think so. . . not from that far away. . . . ” “A Portkey? ” Ron suggested. “Or they could Apparate — maybe you’re allowed to do it under seventeen wherever they come from? ” “You can’t Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, how often do

I have to tell you? ” said Hermione impatiently.

They scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent, and quite as usual. Harry was starting to feel cold. He wished they’d hurry up. . . . Maybe the for- eign students were preparing a dramatic entrance. . . . He remem- bered what Mr. Weasley had said back at the campsite before the Quidditch World Cup: “always the same — we can’t resist showing off when we get together. . . . ”

And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers —

“Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches! ”

“Where? ” said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

“ There! ” yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky to- ward the castle, growing larger all the time.

“It’s a dragon! ” shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

“Don’t be stupid. . . it’s a flying house! ” said Dennis Creevey. Dennis’s guess was closer. . . . As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder- blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward

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them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palomi- nos, and each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed — then, with an almighty crash that made Neville jump backward onto a Slytherin fifth year’s foot, the horses’ hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.

Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened.

A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respect- fully. Then Harry saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage — a shoe the size of a child’s sled — followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman he had ever seen in his life. The size of the carriage, and of the horses, was im- mediately explained. A few people gasped.

Harry had only ever seen one person as large as this woman in his life, and that was Hagrid; he doubted whether there was an inch difference in their heights. Yet somehow — maybe simply because he was used to Hagrid — this woman (now at the foot of the steps, and looking around at the waiting, wide-eyed crowd) seemed even more unnaturally large. As she stepped into the light flooding from the entrance hall, she was revealed to have a hand- some, olive-skinned face; large, black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at

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the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.

Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the bet- ter to look at this woman.

Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.

“My dear Madame Maxime, ” he said. “Welcome to Hogwarts. ” “Dumbly-dorr, ” said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. “I ’ope I find you well? ”

“In excellent form, I thank you, ” said Dumbledore. “My pupils, ” said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enor- mous hands carelessly behind her.

Harry, whose attention had been focused completely upon Madame Maxime, now noticed that about a dozen boys and girls, all, by the look of them, in their late teens, had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads. From what Harry could see of them (they were standing in Madame Maxime’s enormous shadow), they were staring up at Hogwarts with apprehensive looks on their faces.

“’As Karkaroff arrived yet? ” Madame Maxime asked. “He should be here any moment, ” said Dumbledore. “Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step in- side and warm up a trifle? ”

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“Warm up, I think, ” said Madame Maxime. “But ze ’orses —” “Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them, ” said Dumbledore, “the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other — er — charges. ”

“Skrewts, ” Ron muttered to Harry, grinning.

“My steeds require — er — forceful ’andling, ” said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Mag- ical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. “Zey are very strong. . . . ”

“I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job, ” said Dum- bledore, smiling.

“Very well, ” said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. “Will you please inform zis ’Agrid zat ze ’orses drink only single-malt whiskey? ” “It will be attended to, ” said Dumbledore, also bowing.

“Come, ” said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.

“How big d’you reckon Durmstrang’s horses are going to be? ” Seamus Finnigan said, leaning around Lavender and Parvati to ad- dress Harry and Ron.

“Well, if they’re any bigger than this lot, even Hagrid won’t be able to handle them, ” said Harry. “That’s if he hasn’t been attacked by his skrewts. Wonder what’s up with them? ”

“Maybe they’ve escaped, ” said Ron hopefully.

“Oh don’t say that, ” said Hermione with a shudder. “Imagine that lot loose on the grounds. . . . ”

They stood, shivering slightly now, waiting for the Durmstrang party to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky.

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For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime’s huge horses snorting and stamping. But then —

“Can you hear something? ” said Ron suddenly.

Harry listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed. . . .

“The lake! ” yelled Lee Jordan, pointing down at it. “Look at the lake! ”

From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water — except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bub- bles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks — and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake’s floor. . . .

What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool. . . and then Harry saw the rigging. . . . “It’s a mast! ” he said to Ron and Hermione.

Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great slosh- ing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shal- lows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.

People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes

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passing the lights in the ship’s portholes. All of them, Harry no- ticed, seemed to be built along the lines of Crabbe and Goyle. . . but then, as they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, he saw that their bulk was really due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur. But the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, like his hair. “Dumbledore! ” he called heartily as he walked up the slope. “How are you, my dear fellow, how are you? ”

“Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff, ” Dumbledore replied. Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin. When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.

“Dear old Hogwarts, ” he said, looking up at the castle and smil- ing; his teeth were rather yellow, and Harry noticed that his smile did not extend to his eyes, which remained cold and shrewd. “How good it is to be here, how good. . . . Viktor, come along, into the warmth. . . you don’t mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold. . . . ”

Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He didn’t need the punch on the arm Ron gave him, or the hiss in his ear, to recognize that profile.

“Harry — it’s Krum! ”

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don’t believe it! ” Ron said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts

students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durm-

strang. “Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum! ”

“For heaven’s sake, Ron, he’s only a Quidditch player, ” said Hermione.

? Only a Quidditch player? ” Ron said, looking at her as though he

couldn’t believe his ears. “Hermione — he’s one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still at school! ”

As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, Harry saw Lee Jordan jump- ing up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum’s head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically search- ing their pockets as they walked —

“Oh I don’t believe it, I haven’t got a single quill on me —” “D’you think he’d sign my hat in lipstick? ”

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“ Really, ” Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now

squabbling over the lipstick.

“ I’m getting his autograph if I can, ” said Ron. “You haven’t got a

quill, have you, Harry? ”

“Nope, they’re upstairs in my bag, ” said Harry. They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, appar- ently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beaux- batons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

“It’s not that cold, ” said Hermione defensively. “Why didn’t they

bring cloaks? ”

“Over here! Come and sit over here! ” Ron hissed. “Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space —”

“What? ”

“Too late, ” said Ron bitterly.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Harry could see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about this. As he watched, Malfoy bent forward to speak to Krum.

“Yeah, that’s right, smarm up to him, Malfoy, ” said Ron scathingly. “I bet Krum can see right through him, though. . . bet he gets people fawning over him all the time. . . . Where d’you reckon they’re going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry. . . I wouldn’t mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed. ”

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Hermione snorted.

“They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot, ” said Harry. The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.

Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his moldy old tailcoat in honor of the occasion. Harry was surprised to see that he added four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore’s.

“But there are only two extra people, ” Harry said. “Why’s Filch putting out four chairs, who else is coming? ”

“Eh? ” said Ron vaguely. He was still staring avidly at Krum. When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their House tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Profes- sor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime. When their headmistress ap- peared, the pupils from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet. A few of the Hogwarts students laughed. The Beauxbatons party appeared quite unembarrassed, however, and did not resume their seats un- til Madame Maxime had sat down on Dumbledore’s left-hand side. Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and — most partic- ularly — guests, ” said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. “I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. ”

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One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh.

“No one’s making you stay! ” Hermione whispered, bristling at her.

“The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast, ” said Dumbledore. “I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home! ”

He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.

The plates in front of them filled with food as usual. The house- elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Harry had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.

“What’s that? ” said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of

shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding. “Bouillabaisse, ” said Hermione.

“Bless you, ” said Ron.

“It’s French, ” said Hermione, “I had it on holiday summer before

last. It’s very nice. ”

“I’ll take your word for it, ” said Ron, helping himself to black pudding.

The Great Hall seemed somehow much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty additional students there; perhaps it was because their differently colored uniforms stood out so clearly against the black of the Hogwarts’ robes. Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were re- vealed to be wearing robes of a deep bloodred.