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Chapter 6
Trip to Bulgaria
"Wake up, Harry! Wake up!" Harry rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, and sat up. Pan was in her cot, so…
"Hermione! I thought you were Pan! Whew, she sure is hyper!" Harry said as he got out of bed.
"Harry, what are you doing? Speed up the pace! We're two minutes behind schedule!"
"What?" said Harry as he hurried into the bathroom with his clothes. "Where are we going? I don't remember any trip!"
"Oh, I forgot. You were asleep when I got the letter. Viktor Krum invited me to his house. 'Member when he asked me last year after the second task?" Hermione shouted through the closed door.
"Is Ron coming?" Harry asked. Ron always seemed mad when ever Hermione was talking about Viktor Krum.
"No! Why would I invite him? He'd trail us wherever we go!"
Harry, who was squashed between Hermione and Pan, didn't feel to well. He'd never been on a plane before, and the Dursleys had never let him go anywhere with them.
"I think I feel sick. I'm going to go to the bathroom," Harry told Hermione. By the time he got back to his seat, lunch had been served.
"We tried to figure out what you'd like for lunch," Pan giggled, although it sounded as though ten girls were laughing. Hermione looked behind her and frowned.
"It's Viktor Krum's fan club!" breathed Hermione. "What are they doing here?"
"Beats me!" Harry sniggered. It looked like Hermione was going to be trailed wherever she went.
As the taxi approached Viktor's mansion, Mr. Granger straightened his tie.
"I sure hope they like us," Mrs. Granger said. Hermione, who had been telling Pan all about Viktor Krum and his Quidditch plays, suddenly looked up and said, "We have arrived at Viktor's house."
They thanked the taxi driver and headed for the front door. It opened as soon as Pan knocked. A woman stood there. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties.
"Vello!" said the woman. "'Yoo must be Herm-own-ninny! Come in!" The strange accented woman led them down a dark hall lit by candles.
"You talk funny," Pan told the woman before anyone could stop her.
"Vell, I live here and 'yoo don't," the woman said. When they entered the kitchen, another servant was waiting for them.
"This vay," he said. He took them though the back door and into the dinning hall where a very long table was set for ten. Harry recognized one of the three people that were already sitting down as Viktor Krum.
"Herm-own-ninny, so glad 'yoo could make it, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger, 'yoo too. Harry Potter, I didn't know 'yoo were coming also," Viktor said. At Harry's name, the other two people got up and walked over. Harry supposed they were Mr. And Mrs. Krum.
"Vello," said Mr. Krum. Mrs. Krum did not say anything. "This is my wife, Camille, and I am Vincent Krum. Pleased to meet 'yoo, Mr. And Mrs. Granger. My vife only speaks Bulgarian."
"Let's eat," Viktor suggested.
'The food here is wonderful,' thought Harry as he, Hermione, Viktor, and Pan walked up the stairs. Viktor showed them their rooms and, then he went to bed. Harry pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote:
Dear Sirius,
Right now I'm in Bulgaria visiting Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, with Hermione and Pan, my new friend. Hope you're all right.
Sincerely,
Harry
'That will do,' Harry thought as he tied the letter to Hedwig and watched her fly out the window.
The last few days in Bulgaria weren't that much fun except the tours, which also were boring, since the woman speaking didn't speak English. Hermione said that Viktor liked Fleur and he was sorry they didn't work out.