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The portrait swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall through which they all climbed.
"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you. . . . Now, behave, won't you? Won't you, Fred? And you, George?"
A few moments later, Mr. Weasley came into the warm living room carrying his dinner on a tray. He looked completely exhausted.
"Who conjured it?"
Harry looked around. "I reckon we can just wait here, you know. We'll hear anyone coming a mile off."
"The point?" said Mr. Weasley with a hollow laugh. "Harry, that's their idea of fun.
"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand - Krum!"
"Just you, then," said Ron. "So go on - how d'you hide a place like Hogwarts?"
"What rules?" said Harry, Ron, Fred, and George together.
"They will," said Ron reassuringly. "They'll find a way."
"Listen to this!
"No, you're not!" yelled his friend. "You're a dishwasher at the Leaky Cauldron. . . .
"Ouch!" yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. "It got me."
When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.
"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago.？