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They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.
That wouldn't be too bad, said Harry, thinking that he would simply ask Hagrid for a niffler to do the job for him.
The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple. They clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands to their left and right. Mr. Weasley's party kept climbing, and at last they reached the top of the staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between the golden goal posts. About twenty purple-and-gilt chairs stood in two rows here, and Harry, filing into the front seats with the Weasleys, looked down upon a scene the likes of which he could never have imagined.

