CHAPTER SEVEN touchy about the fact that Harry, who had inherited a small for- tune from his parents, had much more money than he did. “You won’t be getting anything for Christmas,” Harry told him, thrusting Omnioculars into his and Hermione’s hands. “For about ten years, mind.” “Fair enough,” said Ron, grinning. “Oooh, thanks, Harry,” said Hermione. “And I’ll get us some programs, look —” Their money bags considerably lighter, they went back to the tents. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr. Weasley was carrying an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold. And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field. “It’s time!” said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. “Come on, let’s go!” ‘94 ‘