When Sioni had explained his plan, Skrumpkin thought it was a joke at firs. But then he saw the point. Any kind of communication in the fog would help the Beaters and the Chasers, and if he heard a voice he knew, it would tell him where the play was. Q.E.D. And he could see why he should keep quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was lead the Gryffs toward him. Better they should get lost completely and crash into the stands.

Still, he felt a little left out of things, until Sioni gave the nod, and led the way out onto the pitch. Suddenly the idea struck him.

“When I say, Ding-dong, you say Ting-a-ling,” He shouted from the back. “Ding-dong!” At the head of the team he heard Sioni bark with laughter. “Ting-a-Ling,” Came back Sioni’s voice. "Ding-Dong!" Shouted Skrumpkin, even louder.




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