"Must be nearly time." Mr Weasley said quickly, pulling out his watch again. "It's a minute off... We'd better get ready..." he added. He looked around at Harry and Hermione. "You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do-" With difficulty, owing to their bulky backpacks, the nine of them crowded around the old boot held out by Amos Diggory. They all stood there, in a tight circle, as a chill breeze swept over the hilltop. Nobody spoke. "Three..." muttered Mr Weasley, one eye still on his watch. "Two... One..." 