Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I was away from work for five days.’
    ‘Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?’ said Fred.
    ‘That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!’ said Percy, going very red in the face. ‘It was nothing personal !’
    ‘It was,’ Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. ‘We sent it.’

 
     
— CHAPTER SIX —
     
The Portkey
    Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep in Ron’s room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs Weasley.
    ‘Time to go, Harry, dear,’ she whispered, moving away to wake Ron.
    Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on and sat up. It was still dark outside. Ron muttered indistinctly as his mother roused him. At the foot of Harry’s mattress he saw two large, dishevelled shapes emerging from tangles of blankets.
    ‘’S’time already?’ said Fred groggily.
    They dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the four of them headed downstairs into the kitchen.
    Mrs Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Mr Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as the boys entered, and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing jumper and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.
    ‘What d’you think?’ he asked anxiously. ‘We’re supposed to go incognito – do I look like a Muggle, Harry?’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, smiling, ‘very good.’
    ‘Where’re Bill and Charlie and Per–Per–Percy?’ said George, failing to stifle a huge yawn.
    ‘Well, they’re Apparating, aren’t they?’ said Mrs Weasley, heaving the large pot over to the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls. ‘So they can have a bit of a lie-in.’
    Harry knew that Apparating was very difficult; it meant disappearing from one place and reappearing almost instantly in another.
    ‘So they’re still in bed?’ said Fred grumpily, pulling his bowl of porridge towards him. ‘Why can’t we Apparate, too?’
    ‘Because you’re not of age and you haven’t got your test,’ snapped Mrs Weasley. ‘And where have those girls got to?’
    She bustled out of the kitchen and they heard her climbing the stairs.
    ‘You have to pass a test to Apparate?’ Harry asked.
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Mr Weasley, tucking the tickets safely into the back pocket of his jeans. ‘The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a licence. It’s not easy, Apparition, and when it’s not done properly it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I’m talking about went and splinched themselves.’
    Everyone around the table except Harry winced.
    ‘Er – splinched ?’ said Harry.
    ‘They left half of themselves behind,’ said Mr Weasley, now spooning large amounts of treacle onto his porridge. ‘So, of course, they were stuck. Couldn’t move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they’d left behind …’
    Harry had a sudden vision of a pair of legs and an eyeball lying abandoned on the pavement of Privet Drive.
    ‘Were they OK?’ he asked, startled.
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Mr Weasley matter-of-factly. ‘But they got a heavy fine, and I don’t think they’ll be trying it again in a hurry. You don’t mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don’t bother with it. Prefer brooms – slower, but safer.’
    ‘But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?’
    ‘Charlie had to take the test twice,’ said Fred, grinning. ‘He failed first time, Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?’
    ‘Yes, well, he passed second time,’ said Mrs Weasley, marching back into the kitchen amid hearty sniggers.
    ‘Percy only passed two weeks ago,’ said George. ‘He’s been Apparating downstairs every morning since, just to prove he can.’
    There were footsteps down the passageway and Hermione and Ginny came into the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.
    ‘Why do we have to be up so early?’ Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.
    ‘We’ve got a bit of a walk,’ said Mr Weasley.
    ‘Walk?’ said Harry. ‘What, are we walking to the World