cleaned, and your food cooked by a group of magical creatures who are unpaid
and enslaved?" she kept saying fiercely.
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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 campaigning. 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 students 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!" Hermione began hotly, but
her next few words were drowned out by the sudden whooshing noise from
overhead, which announced the 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 Triwizard 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.
Sirius
"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, wondering whether he felt
more or less worried than before. He supposed 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.
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"Thanks, Hedwig," he said, stroking her. She hooted sleepily, 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
anticipation 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.
"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 foreign students were preparing a dramatic
entrance. . . . He remembered 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. .."
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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 toward 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, powderblue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large
house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all
palominos, 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 respectfully. 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 immediately 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 handsome, olive-skinned face; large,
black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a
shining knob at 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.
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Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause
too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better 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-dort," 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 enormous 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 inside and warm up a trifle?"
"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 Magical 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 Dumbledore, 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 Du