Somehow Oliver Wood had never managed to convey with all his wriggling diagrams what that move was supposed to look like. He was itching to get back on his own Firebolt and try out the Wronski Feint. Harry, who was on a top bunk 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. "I wouldn't fancy having to go and tell the Irish they've got to stop celebrating. "Oh I am glad I'm not on duty," muttered Mr. From the other side of the campsite they could still hear much singing and the odd echoing bang. Hermione and Ginny went into the next tent, and Harry and the rest of the Weasleys changed into pajamas and clambered into their bunks. Weasley called a halt to the verbal replays and insisted that everyone go to bed. Weasley got drawn 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.
They were soon arguing enjoyably about the match Mr. Weasley agreed that they could all have one last cup of cocoa together before turning in. When they finally reached the tents, nobody felt like sleeping at all, and given the level of noise around them, Mr. Raucous singing was borne toward them on the night air as they retraced their steps along the lantern-lit path, and leprechauns kept shooting over their heads, cackling and waving their lanterns. They were soon caught up in the crowds now flooding out of the stadium and back to their campsites. 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. "Don't worry, Dad," said Fred gleefully, "we've got big plans for this money. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs.
"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling," Mr.