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"The moment that - that thing entered the room," she screamed, pointing at Fudge, trembling all over, "it swooped down on Crouch and - and -"
And these words burst from Harry's mouth; they echoed through the graveyard, and the dream state was lifted as suddenly as though cold water had been thrown over him - back rushed the aches that the Cruciatus Curse had left all over his body - back rushed the realization of where he was, and what he was facing. . . .
"And here" - Voldemort moved on to the two largest hooded figures - "we have Crabbe . . .
"Don't let go, now!" she cried, and her voice echoed like Cedrics as though from very far away. "Don't let him get you, Harry - don't let go!"
"He'd deserve it," Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wand and shot a
"You helped me with the egg - we're square."
He looked interrogatively at Harry, and Harry nodded.
"Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did.
Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
"An old man," Harry said, his throat still constricted. "Bertha Jorkins. And . . ."
the Yule Ball a house-elf called Dobby had given you a Christmas present. I called the elf to the staffroom to collect some robes for cleaning. I staged a loud conversation with Professor McGonagall about the hostages who had been taken, and whether Potter would think to use gillyweed. And your little elf friend ran straight to Snape's office and then hurried to find you..."
"The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."
"His mother left upon him the traces other sacrifice. . . . This is old magic, I should have remembered it, I was foolish to overlook it... but no matter. I can touch him now."
"That will do to be going on with," said Dumbledore, stepping between them once more.
Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow; he had forgotten to worry about that evening's task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.。
"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head.（央视记者 徐海霞）