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the group. The photographer seemed keenest to get Fleur at the front, but Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into greater prominence. Then she insisted on separate shots of all the champions. At last, they were free to go.
"You heard me, Potter," said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of way.
"Er - Cho? Could I have a word with you?"
"Come on, Hermione, I've got till February the twenty-fourth," Harry said.
" 'Course you can," said Harry, and Dobby beamed.
It was Fred and George. They sat down at the table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione as Ron felt how much damage had been done.
"Looks hike a really good plan from where I'm standing," said Harry grinning bleaky.
I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now. . . . Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it. . . . I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me. . .
Feeling that at last something had gone right today, Harry got up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.
Harry looked around at Ron; he looked back at Harry, intrigued.
He saw everything in front of him as though it was a very highly colored dream. There were hundreds and hundreds of faces staring down at him from stands that had been magicked there since he'd last stood on this spot. And there was the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous, scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, heaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. The crowd was making a great deal of noise, but whether friendly or not, Harry didn't know or care. It was time to do
"What?" said Cedric, looking up.
He'd just have to ask Cho for a private word, that was all. ... He hurried off through the packed corridors looking for her, and (rather sooner than he had expected) he found her, emerging from a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.
He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground. And a second later, something miraculous happened....
"Ten?" said Harry in disbelief. "But. . . I got hurt. . . . What's he playing at?"