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"Oh - right," said Harry.
Cedric stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night flickering in Cedric's gray eyes.
Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Mr. Ollivander. He handed over his wand.
"Really?" said Rita, apparently full of lively interest. "I've never heard of them before...where do they come from?"
"Tell Flitwick I'm coming, go on. . .
It was worse than Harry could ever have imagined, sitting there and listening. The crowd screamed. . . yelled.. . gasped like a single many-headed entity, as Cedric did whatever he was doing to get past the Swedish Short-Snout. Krum was still staring at the ground.
They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup.... I'll tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You only got a scratch!
"Who's there?" said Karkaroff again, very suspiciously, looking around in the darkness.
Parvati and Lavender both put their hands over their mouths, looking horrified.
"I'll show you when we get there - oh come on, quick -"
"No, it's just Dobby," Harry muttered. "Go back to sleep."
"Yes - he - what?"
"Nice and easy does the trick, Potter," he growled.
Hermione let out a sputter of indignation.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione snapped, and she swept off toward the girls' staircase without another word.
The back of Hagrid's enormous shaggy head - he had mercifully abandoned his bunches -emerged over the crowd. Harry wondered why he hadn't spotted him at once, as Hagrid was so large, but standing up carefully, he saw that Hagrid had been leaning low, talking to Professor Moody. Hagrid had his usual enormous tankard in front of him, but Moody was drinking from his hip flask. Madam Rosmerta, the pretty landlady, didn't seem to think much of this; she was looking askance at Moody as she collected glasses from tables around them. Perhaps she thought it was an insult to her mulled mead, but Harry knew better. Moody had told them all during their last Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson that he preferred to prepare his own food and drink at all times, as it was so easy for Dark wizards to poison an unattended cup.