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chapter eight - bagman and crouch (filler)

(y'all sorry the last chapter sucked, I feel super bad)(I actually edited it so now its not that bad)

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After a long day of walking around, talking to wizards and witches from all around the world, trying different types of food and drinks, we met back up with Mr Weasley. He was talking to, two men that I have never seen. We were walking and talking (it was just mainly Mr Weasley and Percy talking) to a man named Mr Bagman and another man named Mr Crouch.

"Oh details!" said Bagman, waving the word away like a cloud of midges. "They've signed, haven't they? They've agreed, haven't they? I bet you anything these kids'll know soon enough anyway. I mean its happening at Hogwarts --" 

"Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know," said Mr Croush sharply, cutting Bagman's remarks short. "Thank you for the tea Weatherby." He pushed his undrunk tea back at Percy and waited for Ludo to rise; Bagman struggled to his feet, swigging down the last of his tea, the gold in his pockets chinking merrily. 

"See you all later!" he said. "You'll be up in the Top Bow with me -- I'm commentating!" He waved, Barty Crouch nodded curtly, both of them Disapparated.

"What's happening at Hogwarts, dad?" said Fred at once. 

"What were they talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough," said Mr Weasley, smiling.

"It's classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it," Percy said stiffly. "Mr Crouch was quite right not to disclose it."

"Shut up Weatherby," said Fred. I laughed and shook my head. 

I wonder what's gonna happen at Hogwarts this year that is so special. 

A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud over the camp-site as the afternoon wore on. By dusk, the still summer air itself seemed to be quivering with anticipation, and as the darkness spread like a curtain over the thousands of waiting wizards, the vestiges of pretence disappeared; The Ministry seemed to have bowed to the inevitable and stopped fighting the blatant making breaking out everywhere. 

Salesmen were Apperateing every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny models of Firebolts that really flew, and collectable figures of famous players which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were talking about what they were gonna get so I just turned to the twins and asked them what they wanted to spend their money on. 

"Should we tell her Fred?" said George looking at his twin. "I dunno, you think we can trust her?"

They looked at me and I already knew what they were going to say "Should we tell you Yn?"

Yup, I was right. 

"I mean considering I would've taken a beating for the both of you from your mum should probably be your answer." 

A flash a realization went over both of their faces and they shook their heads. "So sorry Yn, we clearly have a terrible memory." They said in unison. I rolled my eyes and hit the back of their heads to let them now that I forgave them. 

"So? What're yall gonna do with your money?" Yn asked looking over at the twins.