“Dumbledore reckons You-Know-Who's getting stronger again as well?” Ron whispered.
Everything Harry1 had seen in the Pensieve, nearly everything Dumbledore had told and shown him afterward2, he had now shared with Ron and Hermione - and, of course, with Sirius, to whom Harry had sent an owl3 the moment he had left Dumbledore's office. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat up late in the common room once again that night, talking it all over until Harry's mind was reeling, until he understood what Dumbledore had meant about a head becoming so full of thoughts that it would have been a relief to siphon them off.
Ron stared into the common room fire. Harry thought he saw Ron shiver slightly, even though the evening was warm.
“And he trusts Snape?” Ron said. “He really trusts Snape, even though he knows he was a Death Eater?”
“Yes,” said Harry.
Hermione had not spoken for ten minutes. She was sitting with her forehead in her hands, staring at her knees. Harry thought she too looked as though she could have done with a Pensieve.
“Rita Skeeter,” she muttered finally.
“How can you be worrying about her now?” said Ron, in utter disbelief.
“I'm not worrying about her,” Hermione said to her knees. “I'm just thinking…remember what she said to me in the Three Broomsticks? ‘I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl. ’ This is what she meant, isn't it? She reported his trial, she knew he'd passed information to the Death Eaters. And Winky too, remember…'Ludo Bagman's a bad wizard.’ Mr. Crouch6 would have been furious he got off, he would have talked about it at home.”
“Yeah, but Bagman didn't pass information on purpose, did he?”
“And Fudge reckons Madame Maxime attacked Crouch?” Ron said, turning back to Harry.
“Yeah,” said Harry, “but he's only saying that because Crouch disappeared near the Beauxbatons carriage.”
“We never thought of her, did we?” said Ron slowly. “Mind you, she's definitely got giant blood, and she doesn't want to admit it-”
“Of course she doesn't,” said Hermione sharply, looking up. “Look what happened to Hagrid when Rita found out about his mother. Look at Fudge, jumping to conclusions about her, just because she's part giant. Who needs that sort of prejudice? I'd probably say I had big bones if I knew that's what I'd get for telling the truth.”
Hermione looked at her watch. “We haven't done any practicing!” she said, looking shocked. “We were going to do the Impediment Curse! We'll have to really get down to it tomorrow! Come on. Harry, you need to get some sleep.”
Harry and Ron went slowly upstairs to their dormitory. As Harry pulled on his pajamas8, he looked over at Neville's bed. True to his word to Dumbledore, he had not told Ron and Hermione about Neville's parents. As Harry took off his glasses and climbed into his four-poster, he imagined how it must feel to have parents still living but unable to recognize you. He often got sympathy from strangers for being an orphan9, but as he listened to Neville's snores, he thought that Neville deserved it more than he did. Lying in the darkness, Harry felt a rush of anger and hate toward the people who had tortured Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom.…He remembered the jeers10 of the crowd as Crouch's son and his companions had been dragged from the court by the dementors.…He understood how they had felt.…Then he remembered the milk-white face of the screaming boy and realized with a jolt11 that he had died a year later.…
It was Voldemort, Harry thought, staring up at the canopy12 of his bed in the darkness, it all came back to Voldemort.…He was the one who had torn these families apart, who had ruined all these lives.…
Ron and Hermione were supposed to be studying for their exams, which would finish on the day of the third task, but they were putting most of their efforts into helping13 Harry prepare.
“Don't worry about it,” Hermione said shortly when Harry pointed14 this out to them and said he didn't mind practicing on his own for a while, “at least we'll get top marks in Defense15 Against the Dark Arts. We'd never have found out about all these hexes in class.”
“Good training for when we're all Aurors,” said Ron excitedly, attempting the Impediment Curse on a wasp16 that had buzzed into the room and making it stop dead in midair.
The mood in the castle as they entered June became excited and tense again. Everyone was looking forward to the third task, which would take place a week before the end of term. Harry was practicing hexes at every available moment. He felt more confident about this task than either of the others. Difficult and dangerous though it would undoubtedly17 be, Moody18 was right: Harry had managed to find his way past monstrous19 creatures and enchanted20 barriers before now, and this time he had some notice, some chance to prepare himself for what lay ahead.
Tired of walking in on Harry, Hermione, and Ron all over the school. Professor McGonagall had given them permission to use the empty Transfiguration classroom at lunchtimes. Harry had soon mastered the Impediment Curse, a spell to slow down and obstruct21 attackers; the Reductor Curse, which would enable him to blast solid objects out of his way; and the Four-Point Spell, a useful discovery of Hermione's that would make his wand point due north, therefore enabling him to check whether he was going in the right direction within the maze22. He was still having trouble with the Shield Charm, though. This was supposed to cast a temporary, invisible wall around himself that deflected23 minor24 curses; Hermione managed to shatter it with a well-placed Jelly-Legs Jinx, and Harry wobbled around the room for ten minutes afterward before she had looked up the counter-jinx.
“You're still doing really well, though,” Hermione said encouragingly, looking down her list and crossing off those spells they had already learned. “Some of these are bound to come in handy.”
“Come and look at this,” said Ron, who was standing25 by the window. He was staring down onto the grounds. “What's Malfoy doing?”
Harry and Hermione went to see. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing in the shadow of a tree below. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be keeping a lookout26; both were smirking27. Malfoy was holding his hand up to his mouth and speaking into it.
“He looks like he's using a walkie-talkie,” said Harry curiously28.
“He can't be,” said Hermione, “I've told you, those sorts of things don't work around Hogwarts. Come on, Harry,” she added briskly, turning away from the window and moving back into the middle of the room, “let's try that Shield Charm again.”
Sirius was sending daily owls29 now. Like Hermione, he seemed to want to concentrate on getting Harry through the last task before they concerned themselves with anything else. He reminded Harry in every letter that whatever might be going on outside the walls of Hogwarts was not Harry's responsibility, nor was it within his power to influence it.
If Voldemort is really getting stronger again, he wrote, my priority is to ensure your safety. He cannot hope to lay hands on you while you are under Dumbledore's protection, but all the same, take no risks: Concentrate on getting through that maze safely, and then we can turn our attention to other matters.
Harry's nerves mounted as June the twenty-fourth drew closer, but they were not as bad as those he had felt before the first and second tasks. For one thing, he was confident that, this time, he had done everything in his power to prepare for the task. For another, this was the final hurdle30, and however well or badly he did, the tournament would at last be over, which would be an enormous relief.
* * * * * *
Breakfast was a very noisy affair at the Gryffindor table on the morning of the third task. The post owls appeared, bringing Harry a good-luck card from Sirius. It was only a piece of parchment, folded over and bearing a muddy paw print on its front, but Harry appreciated it all the same. A screech31 owl arrived for Hermione, carrying her morning copy of the Daily Prophet as usual. She unfolded the paper, glanced at the front page, and spat32 out a mouthful of pumpkin33 juice all over it.
“What?” said Harry and Ron together, staring at her. “Nothing,” said Hermione quickly, trying to shove the paper out of sight, but Ron grabbed it. He stared at the headline and said, “No way. Not today. That old cow.”
“What?” said Harry. “Rita Skeeter again?”
“No,” said Ron, and just like Hermione, he attempted to push the paper out of sight.
“It's about me, isn't it?” said Harry.
“No,” said Ron, in an entirely34 unconvincing tone. But before Harry could demand to see the paper. Draco Malfoy shouted across the Great Hall from the Slytherin table.
“Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?”
Malfoy was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet too. Slytherins up and down the table were sniggering, twisting in their seats to see Harry's reaction.
“Let me see it,” Harry said to Ron. “Give it here.”
Very reluctantly, Ron handed over the newspaper. Harry turned it over and found himself staring at his own picture, beneath the banner headline:
“HARRY POTTER”
“DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS”
The boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is unstable35 and possibly dangerous, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Alarming evidence has recently come to light about Harry Potter's strange behavior, which casts doubts upon his suitability to compete in a demanding competition like the Triwizard Tournament, or even to attend Hogwarts School.
Potter, the Daily Prophet can exclusively reveal, regularly collapses36 at school, and is often heard to complain of pain in the scar on his forehead (relic of the curse with which You-Know-Who attempted to kill him). On Monday last, midway through a Divination37 lesson, your Daily Prophet reporter witnessed Potter storming from the class, claiming that his scar was hurting too badly to continue studying.
It is possible, say top experts at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, that Potters brain was affected38 by the attack inflicted39 upon him by You-Know-Who, and that his insistence40 that the scar is still hurting is an expression of his deep-seated confusion.
“He might even be pretending,” said one specialist. “This could be a plea for attention.”
The Daily Prophet, however, has unearthed41 worrying facts about Harry Potter that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, has carefully concealed42 from the wizarding public.
“Potter can speak Parseltongue,” reveals Draco Malfoy, a Hogwarts fourth year. “There were a lot of attacks on students a couple of years ago, and most people thought Potter was behind them after they saw him lose his temper at a dueling44 club and set a snake on another boy. It was all hushed up, though. But he's made friends with werewolves and giants too. We think he'd do anything for a bit of power.”
Parseltongue, the ability to converse45 with snakes, has long been considered a Dark Art. Indeed, the most famous Parselmouth of our times is none other than You-Know-Who himself. A member of the Dark Force Defense League, who wished to remain unnamed, stated that he would regard any wizard who could speak Parseltongue “as worthy46 of investigation47. Personally, I would be highly suspicious of anybody who could converse with snakes, as serpents are often used in the worst kinds of Dark Magic, and are historically associated with evildoers.” Similarly, “anyone who seeks out the company of such vicious creatures as werewolves and giants would appear to have a fondness for violence.”
Albus Dumbledore should surely consider whether a boy such as this should be allowed to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Some fear that Potter might resort to the Dark Arts in his desperation to win the tournament, the third task of which takes place this evening.
“Gone off me a bit, hasn't she?” said Harry lightly, folding up the paper.
Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were laughing at him, tapping their heads with their fingers, pulling grotesquely48 mad faces, and waggling their tongues like snakes.
“How did she know your scar hurt in Divination?” Ron said. “There's no way she was there, there's no way she could've heard -”
“The window was open,” said Harry. “I opened it to breathe.”
“You were at the top of North Tower!” Hermione said. “Your voice couldn't have carried all the way down to the grounds!”
“Well, you're the one who's supposed to be researching magical methods of bugging49!” said Harry. “You tell me how she did it!”
“I've been trying!” said Hermione. “But I…but…”
An odd, dreamy expression suddenly came over Hermione's face. She slowly raised a hand and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Are you all right?” said Ron, frowning at her.
“Yes,” said Hermione breathlessly. She ran her fingers through her hair again, and then held her hand up to her mouth, as though speaking into an invisible walkie-talkie. Harry and Ron stared at each other.
“I've had an idea,” Hermione said, gazing into space. “I think I know…because then no one would be able to see…even Moody…and she'd have been able to get onto the window ledge…but she's not allowed…she's definitely not allowed…I think we've got her! Just give me two seconds in the library - just to make sure!”
With that, Hermione seized her school bag and dashed out of the Great Hall.
“Oi!” Ron called after her. “We've got our History of Magic exam in ten minutes! Blimey,” he said, turning back to Harry, “she must really hate that Skeeter woman to risk missing the start of an exam. What're you going to do in Binns's class - read again?”
Exempt50 from the end-of-term tests as a Triwizard champion, Harry had been sitting in the back of every exam class so far, looking up fresh hexes for the third task.
“S'pose so,” Harry said to Ron; but just then. Professor McGonagall came walking alongside the Gryffindor table toward him.
“Potter, the champions are congregating51 in the chamber52 off the Hall after breakfast,” she said.
“But the task's not till tonight!” said Harry, accidentally spilling scrambled53 eggs down his front, afraid he had mistaken the time.
“I'm aware of that, Potter,” she said. “The champions’ families are invited to watch the final task, you know. This is simply a chance for you to greet them.”
She moved away. Harry gaped54 after her.
“She doesn't expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?” he asked Ron blankly.
“Dunno,” said Ron. “Harry, I'd better hurry, I'm going to be late for Binns. See you later.”
Harry finished his breakfast in the emptying Great Hall. He saw Fleur Delacour get up from the Ravenclaw table and join Cedric as he crossed to the side chamber and entered. Krum slouched off to join them shortly afterward. Harry stayed where he was. He really didn't want to go into the chamber. He had no family - no family who would turn up to see him risk his life, anyway. But just as he was getting up, thinking that he might as well go up to the library and do a spot more hex research, the door of the side chamber opened, and Cedric stuck his head out.
“Harry, come on, they're waiting for you!”
Utterly55 perplexed56. Harry got up. The Dursleys couldn't possibly be here, could they? He walked across the Hall and opened the door into the chamber.
Cedric and his parents were just inside the door. Viktor Krum was over in a corner, conversing57 with his dark-haired mother and father in rapid Bulgarian. He had inherited his fathers hooked nose. On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbering58 away in French to her mother. Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mother's hand. She waved at Harry, who waved back, grinning. Then he saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, beaming at him.
“Surprise!” Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them. “Thought we'd come and watch you. Harry!” She bent59 down and kissed him on the cheek.
“You all right?” said Bill, grinning at Harry and shaking his hand. “Charlie wanted to come, but he couldn't get time off. He said you were incredible against the Horntail.”
Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother's shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever60 to long hair or earrings61 with fangs62 on them.
“This is really nice of you,” Harry muttered to Mrs. Weasley. “I thought for a moment - the Dursleys -”
“Hmm,” said Mrs. Weasley, pursing her lips. She had always refrained from criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes flashed every time they were mentioned.
“It's great being back here,” said Bill, looking around the chamber (Violet, the Fat Lady's friend, winked63 at him from her frame). “Haven't seen this place for five years. Is that picture of the mad knight64 still around? Sir Cadogan?”
“Oh yeah,” said Harry, who had met Sir Cadogan the previous year.
“And the Fat Lady?” said Bill.
“She was here in my time,” said Mrs. Weasley. “She gave me such a telling off one night when I got back to the dormitory at four in the morning -”
“What were you doing out of your dormitory at four in the morning?” said Bill, surveying his mother with amazement65.
Mrs. Weasley grinned, her eyes twinkling.
“Your father and I had been for a nighttime stroll,” she said. “He got caught by Apollyon Pringle - he was the caretaker in those days - your father's still got the marks.”
“Fancy giving us a tour, Harry?” said Bill.
“Yeah, okay,” said Harry, and they made their way back toward the door into the Great Hall. As they passed Amos Diggory, he looked around.
“There you are, are you?” he said, looking Harry up and down.
“Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric's caught you up on points, are you?”
“What?” said Harry.
“Ignore him,” said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. “He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament - you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion.”
“Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?” said Amos Diggory, loudly enough for Harry to hear as he started to walk out of the door with Mrs. Weasley and Bill. “Still,…you'll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven't you?”
“Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble, Amos!” Mrs. Weasley said angrily. “I would have thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry66!”
Mr. Diggory looked as though he was going to say something angry, but his wife laid a hand on his arm, and he merely shrugged and turned away.
Harry had a very enjoyable morning walking over the sunny grounds with Bill and Mrs. Weasley, showing them the Beauxbatons carriage and the Durmstrang ship. Mrs. Weasley was intrigued67 by the Whomping Willow68, which had been planted after she had left school, and reminisced at length about the gamekeeper before Hagrid, a man called Ogg.
“How's Percy?” Harry asked as they walked around the greenhouses.
“Not good,” said Bill.
“He's very upset,” said Mrs. Weasley, lowering her voice and glancing around. “The Ministry wants to keep Mr. Crouch's disappearance69 quiet, but Percy's been hauled in for questioning about the instructions Mr. Crouch has been sending in. They seem to think there's a chance they weren't genuinely written by him. Percy's been under a lot of strain. They're not letting him fill in for Mr. Crouch as the fifth judge tonight. Cornelius Fudge is going to be doing it.”
They returned to the castle for lunch.
“Mum - Bill!” said Ron, looking stunned70, as he joined the Gryffindor table. “What're you doing here?”
“Come to watch Harry in the last task!” said Mrs. Weasley brightly. “I must say, it makes a lovely change, not having to cook. How was your exam?”
“Oh…okay,” said Ron. “Couldn't remember all the goblin rebels’ names, so I invented a few. It's all right,” he said, helping himself to a Cornish pasty, while Mrs. Weasley looked stern, “they're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard.”
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 Burrow71; he had forgotten to worry about that evening's task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway72 through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.
“Are you going to tell us -?”
Hermione shook her head warningly and glanced at Mrs. Weasley.
“Hello, Hermione,” said Mrs. Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.
“Hello,” said Hermione, her smile faltering73 at the cold expression on Mrs. Weasley's face.
Harry looked between them, then said, “Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend.”
“Oh!” said Mrs. Weasley “No - of course I didn't!”
But she became considerably74 warmer toward Hermione after that.
Harry, Bill, and Mrs. Weasley whiled away the afternoon with a long walk around the castle, and then returned to the Great Hall for the evening feast. Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge had joined the staff table now. Bagman looked quite cheerful, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Madame Maxime, looked stern and was not talking. Madame Maxime was concentrating on her plate, and Harry thought her eyes looked red. Hagrid kept glancing along the table at her,
There were more courses than usual, but Harry, who was starting to feel really nervous now, didn't eat much. As the enchanted ceiling overhead began to fade from blue to a dusky purple, Dumbledore rose to his feet at the staff table, and silence fell.
“Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes’ time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now.”
Harry got up. The Gryffindors all along the table were applauding him; the Weasleys and Hermione all wished him good luck, and he headed off out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor.
“Feeling all right. Harry?” Bagman asked as they went down the stone steps onto the grounds. “Confident?”
“I'm okay,” said Harry. It was sort of true; he was nervous, but he kept running over all the hexes and spells he had been practicing in his mind as they walked, and the knowledge that he could remember them all made him feel better.
They walked onto the Quidditch field, which was now completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge ran all the way around the edge of it. There was a gap right in front of them: the entrance to the vast maze. The passage beyond it looked dark and creepy.
Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling75 of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous76 stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.
“We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze,” said Professor McGonagall to the champions. “If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?”
The champions nodded.
“Off you go, then!” said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.
“Good luck. Harry,” Hagrid whispered, and the four of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze. Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered, “Sonorus,” and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each - Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!” The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. “In second place, with eighty points - Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!” More applause. “And in third place - Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!”
Harry could just make out Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione applauding Fleur politely, halfway up the stands. He waved up at them, and they waved back, beaming at him.
“So…on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!” said Bagman. “Three - two - one -”
He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.
The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze. Harry felt almost as though he were underwater again. He pulled out his wand, muttered, “Lumos,” and heard Cedric do the same just behind him.
After about fifty yards, they reached a fork. They looked at each other.
“See you,” Harry said, and he took the left one, while Cedric took the right.
Harry heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Krum had entered the maze. Harry sped up. His chosen path seemed completely deserted77. He turned right, and hurried on, holding his wand high over his head, trying to see as far ahead as possible. Still, there was nothing in sight.
Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. All of the champions were now inside.
Harry kept looking behind him. The old feeling that he was being watched was upon him. The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to navy. He reached a second fork.
“Point Me,” he whispered to his wand, holding it flat in his palm.
The wand spun78 around once and pointed toward his right, into solid hedge. That way was north, and he knew that he needed to go northwest for the center of the maze. The best he could do was to take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible.
The path ahead was empty too, and when Harry reached a right turn and took it, he again found his way unblocked. Harry didn't know why, but the lack of obstacles was unnerving him. Surely he should have met something by now? It felt as though the maze were luring79 him into a false sense of security. Then he heard movement right behind him. He held out his wand, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side. Cedric looked severely80 shaken. The sleeve of his robe was smoking.
“Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!” he hissed81. “They're enormous - I only just got away!”
He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another path. Keen to put plenty of distance between himself and the skrewts, Harry hurried off again. Then, as he turned a corner, he saw…a dementor gliding82 toward him. Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by its hood83, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced, sensing its way blindly toward him. Harry could hear its rattling84 breath; he felt clammy coldness stealing over him, but knew what he had to do.…
He summoned the happiest thought he could, concentrated with all his might on the thought of getting out of the maze and celebrating with Ron and Hermione, raised his wand, and cried, “Expecto Patronum!”
A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wand and galloped85 toward the dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem4 of its robes.…Harry had never seen a dementor stumble.
“Hang on!” he shouted, advancing in the wake of his silver Patronus, “You're a boggart! Riddikulus!”
There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver stag faded from sight. Harry wished it could have stayed, he could have used some company…but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wand held high once more.
Left…right…left again…Twice he found himself facing dead ends. He did the Four-Point Spell again and found that he was going too far east. He turned back, took a right turn, and saw an odd golden mist floating ahead of him.
Harry approached it cautiously, pointing the wand's beam at it. This looked like some kind of enchantment86. He wondered whether he might be able to blast it out of the way.
“Reducio!” he said.
The spell shot straight through the mist, leaving it intact. He supposed he should have known better; the Reductor Curse was for solid objects. What would happen if he walked through the mist? Was it worth chancing it, or should he double back?
He was still hesitating when a scream shattered the silence.
“Fleur?” Harry yelled.
There was silence. He stared all around him. What had happened to her? Her scream seemed to have come from somewhere ahead. He took a deep breath and ran through the enchanted mist.
The world turned upside down. Harry was hanging from the ground, with his hair on end, his glasses dangling87 off his nose, threatening to fall into the bottomless sky. He clutched them to the end of his nose and hung there, terrified. It felt as though his feet were glued to the grass, which had now become the ceiling. Below him the dark, star-spangled heavens stretched endlessly. He felt as though if he tried to move one of his feet, he would fall away from the earth completely.
Think, he told himself, as all the blood rushed to his head, think…
But not one of the spells he had practiced had been designed to combat a sudden reversal of ground and sky. Did he dare move his foot? He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He had two choices - try and move, or send up red sparks, and get rescued and disqualified from the task.
He shut his eyes, so he wouldn't be able to see the view of endless space below him, and pulled his right foot as hard as he could away from the grassy88 ceiling.
Immediately, the world righted itself. Harry fell forward onto his knees onto the wonderfully solid ground. He felt temporarily limp with shock. He took a deep, steadying breath, then got up again and hurried forward, looking back over his shoulder as he ran away from the golden mist, which twinkled innocently at him in the moonlight.
He paused at a junction90 of two paths and looked around for some sign of Fleur. He was sure it had been she who had screamed. What had she met? Was she all right? There was no sign of red sparks - did that mean she had got herself out of trouble, or was she in such trouble that she couldn't reach her wand? Harry took the right fork with a feeling of increasing unease…but at the same time, he couldn't help thinking. One champion down…
The cup was somewhere close by, and it sounded as though Fleur was no longer in the running. He'd got this far, hadn't he? What if he actually managed to win? Fleetingly91, and for the first time since he'd found himself champion, he saw again that image of himself, raising the Triwizard Cup in front of the rest of the school.…
He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead ends. Twice he took the same wrong turning. Finally, he found a new route and started to jog along it, his wandlight waving, making his shadow flicker92 and distort on the hedge walls. Then he rounded another corner and found himself facing a Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Cedric was right - it was enormous. Ten feet long, it looked more like a giant scorpion93 than anything. Its long sting was curled over its back. Its thick armor glinted in the light from Harry's wand, which he pointed at it.
“Stupefy!”
The spell hit the skrewt's armor and rebounded94; Harry ducked just in time, but could smell burning hair; it had singed95 the top of his head. The skrewt issued a blast of fire from its end and flew forward toward him.
“Impedimenta!” Harry yelled. The spell hit the skrewt's armor again and ricocheted off; Harry staggered back a few paces and fell over. “IMPEDIMENTA!”
The skrewt was inches from him when it froze - he had managed to hit it on its fleshy, shell-less underside. Panting, Harry pushed himself away from it and ran, hard, in the opposite direction - the Impediment Curse was not permanent; the skrewt would be regaining96 the use of its legs at any moment.
He took a left path and hit a dead end, a right, and hit another; forcing himself to stop, heart hammering, he performed the Four-Point Spell again, backtracked, and chose a path that would take him northwest.
He had been hurrying along the new path for a few minutes, when he heard something in the path running parallel to his own that made him stop dead.
“What are you doing?” yelled Cedric's voice. “What the hell d'you think you're doing?”
And then Harry heard Krum's voice.
“Crucio!”
The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells. Horrified97, Harry began sprinting98 up his path, trying to find a way into Cedric's. When none appeared, he tried the Reductor Curse again. It wasn't very effective, but it burned a small hole in the hedge through which Harry forced his leg, kicking at the thick brambles and branches until they broke and made an opening; he struggled through it, tearing his robes, and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching99 on the ground, Krum standing over him.
Harry pulled himself up and pointed his wand at Krum just as Krum looked up. Krum turned and began to run.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled.
The spell hit Krum in the back; he stopped dead in his tracks, fell forward, and lay motionless, facedown in the grass. Harry-dashed over to Cedric, who had stopped twitching and was lying there panting, his hands over his face.
“Are you all right?” Harry said roughly, grabbing Cedric's arm.
“Yeah,” panted Cedric. “Yeah…I don't believe it…he crept up behind me.…I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me.…”
Cedric got up. He was still shaking. He and Harry looked down at Krum.
“I can't believe this…I thought he was all right,” Harry said, staring at Krum.
“So did I,” said Cedric.
“Did you hear Fleur scream earlier?” said Harry.
“Yeah,” said Cedric. “You don't think Krum got her too?”
“I don't know,” said Harry slowly.
“Should we leave him here?” Cedric muttered.
“No,” said Harry. “I reckon we should send up red sparks. Someone'll come and collect him…otherwise he'll probably be eaten by a skrewt.”
“He'd deserve it,” Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wand and shot a shower of red sparks into the air, which hovered100 high above Krum, marking the spot where he lay.
Harry and Cedric stood there in the darkness for a moment, looking around them. Then Cedric said, “Well…I s'pose we'd better go on.…”
“What?” said Harry. “Oh…yeah…right…”
It was an odd moment. He and Cedric had been briefly101 united against Krum - now the fact that they were opponents came back to Harry. The two of them proceeded up the dark path without speaking, then Harry turned left, and Cedric right. Cedric's footsteps soon died away.
Harry moved on, continuing to use the Four-Point Spell, making sure he was moving in the right direction. It was between him and Cedric now. His desire to reach the cup first was now burning stronger than ever, but he could hardly believe what he'd just seen Krum do. The use of an Unforgivable Curse on a fellow human being meant a life term in Azkaban, that was what Moody had told them. Krum surely couldn't have wanted the Triwizard Cup that badly.…Harry sped up.
Every so often he hit more dead ends, but the increasing darkness made him feel sure he was getting near the heart of the maze. Then, as he strode down a long, straight path, he saw movement once again, and his beam of wandlight hit an extraordinary creature, one which he had only seen in picture form, in his Monster Book of Monsters.
It was a sphinx. It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her long, almond-shaped eyes upon Harry as he approached. He raised his wand, hesitating. She was not crouching102 as if to spring, but pacing from side to side of the path, blocking his progress. Then she spoke5, in a deep, hoarse103 voice.
“You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me.”
“So…so will you move, please?” said Harry, knowing what the answer was going to be.
“No,” she said, continuing to pace. “Not unless you can answer my riddle104. Answer on your first guess - I let you pass. Answer wrongly - I attack. Remain silent - I will let you walk away from me unscathed.”
Harry's stomach slipped several notches105. It was Hermione who was good at this sort of thing, not him. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center.
“Okay,” he said. “Can I hear the riddle?”
The sphinx sat down upon her hind43 legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:
“First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught106 but lies.
Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling107 to kiss?”
Harry gaped at her.
“Could I have it again…more slowly?” he asked tentatively. She blinked at him, smiled, and repeated the poem. “All the clues add up to a creature I wouldn't want to kiss?” Harry asked.
She merely smiled her mysterious smile. Harry took that for a “yes.” Harry cast his mind around. There were plenty of animals he wouldn't want to kiss; his immediate89 thought was a Blast-Ended Skrewt, but something told him that wasn't the answer. He'd have to try and work out the clues.…
“A person in disguise,” Harry muttered, staring at her, “who lies…er…that'd be a - an impostor. No, that's not my guess! A - a spy? I'll come back to that…could you give me the next clue again, please?”
She repeated the next lines of the poem.
“'The last thing to mend,'” Harry repeated. “Er…no idea…'middle of middle'…could I have the last bit again?”
She gave him the last four lines.
“'The sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word,'” said Harry. “Er…that'd be…er…hang on - ‘er'! Er's a sound!”
The sphinx smiled at him.
“Spy…er…spy…er…” said Harry, pacing up and down. “A creature I wouldn't want to kiss…a spider!”
The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass.
“Thanks!” said Harry, and, amazed at his own brilliance108, he dashed forward.
He had to be close now, he had to be.…His wand was telling him he was bang on course; as long as he didn't meet anything too horrible, he might have a chance.…
Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead. “Point Me!” he whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. He dashed up this one and saw light ahead.
The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Suddenly a dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of him.
Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had much longer legs -
Then Harry saw something immense over a hedge to his left, moving quickly along a path that intersected with his own; it was moving so fast Cedric was about to run into it, and Cedric, his eyes on the cup, had not seen it -
“Cedric!” Harry bellowed109. “On your left!”
Cedric looked around just in time to hurl110 himself past the thing and avoid colliding with it, but in his haste, he tripped. Harry saw Cedric's wand fly out of his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body, but for all the good it did, he might as well have thrown a stone at it; the spider jerked, scuttled111 around, and ran at Harry instead.
“Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!”
But it was no use - the spider was either so large, or so magical, that the spells were doing no more than aggravating112 it. Harry had one horrifying113 glimpse of eight shining black eyes and razor-sharp pincers before it was upon him.
He was lifted into the air in its front legs; struggling madly, he tried to kick it; his leg connected with the pincers and next moment he was in excruciating pain. He could hear Cedric yelling “Stupefy!” too, but his spell had no more effect than Harry's - Harry raised his wand as the spider opened its pincers once more and shouted “Expelliarmus!”
It worked - the Disarming114 Spell made the spider drop him, but that meant that Harry fell twelve feet onto his already injured leg, which crumpled115 beneath him. Without pausing to think, he aimed high at the spider's underbelly, as he had done with the skrewt, and shouted “Stupefy!''just as Cedric yelled the same thing.
The two spells combined did what one alone had not: The spider keeled over sideways, flattening116 a nearby hedge, and strewing117 the path with a tangle118 of hairy legs.
“Harry!” he heard Cedric shouting. “You all right? Did it fall on you?”
“No,” Harry called back, panting. He looked down at his leg. It was bleeding freely. He could see some sort of thick, gluey secretion119 from the spider's pincers on his torn robes. He tried to get up, but his leg was shaking badly and did not want to support his weight. He leaned against the hedge, gasping120 for breath, and looked around.
Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.
“Take it, then,” Harry panted to Cedric. “Go on, take it. You're there.”
But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup. Harry saw the longing121 expression on his face in its golden light. Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was now holding onto the hedge to support himself. Cedric took a deep breath.
“You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here.”
“That's not how it's supposed to work,” Harry said. He felt angry; his leg was very painful, he was aching all over from trying to throw off the spider, and after all his efforts, Cedric had beaten him to it, just as he'd beaten Harry to ask Cho to the ball. “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.”
Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.
“No,” he said.
“Stop being noble,” said Harry irritably122. “Just take it, then we can get out of here.”
Cedric watched Harry steadying himself, holding tight to the hedge.
“You told me about the dragons,” Cedric said. “I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't told me what was coming.”
“I had help on that too,” Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody123 leg with his robes. “You helped me with the egg - we're square.”
“I had help on the egg in the first place,” said Cedric.
“We're still square,” said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he put weight on it; he had sprained124 his ankle when the spider had dropped him.
“You should've got more points on the second task,” said Cedric mulishly. “You stayed behind to get all the hostages. I should've done that.”
“I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!” said Harry bitterly. “Just take the cup!”
“No,” said Cedric.
He stepped over the spider's tangled125 legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric was serious. He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries.
“Go on,” Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had, but his face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided126.
Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration127, more clearly than he had ever seen it before…and then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.
“Both of us,” Harry said.
“What?”
“We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it.”
Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.
“You - you sure?”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah…we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together.”
For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin.
“You're on,” he said. “Come here.”
He grabbed Harry's arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.
“On three, right?” said Harry. “One - two - three -”
He and Cedric both grasped a handle.
Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward128 in a howl of wind and swirling129 color, Cedric at his side.
“丹伯多也认为‘那个人’又变厉害了？”罗恩低声问道。
哈利此时已把自己在丹伯多办公室所看到的一切，以及丹伯多后来讲给他听的、给他看的所有东西，全都告诉了罗恩和荷米恩（除了有关尼维尔的事）——而且，当然也告诉了西里斯，哈利在离开丹伯多的办公室时曾给他派出一只猫头鹰。那天晚上，哈利、罗恩和荷米恩在公共休息室里坐到很晚，不停地商量着这件事，一直到哈利觉得自己脑袋发晕。他终于明白为什么丹伯多充满思想的头脑需要一根虹管将这些想法—一抽出，这样他才会觉得释然。
罗恩正盯着房间里的火堆。哈利心想他似乎看到罗恩的身体在轻轻地发抖，尽管那天晚上挺暖和的。
“他相信史纳皮？”罗恩说。“就是知道了史纳皮是个食尸者，你也相信史纳皮吗？”
“是的。”哈利答道。
荷米恩已经有十分钟都没吐出一个字了。她静静地坐在那里，双手捂着额头，眼睛却盯着自己的膝盖。哈利觉得她看起来也像是刚刚用了一次班西福。
“理特。史姬特。”她终于开口了，声音低低的。
“你现在怎么还会担心她呢？”罗恩问道，满脸的疑问。
“我不是担心她，”荷米恩对着自己的膝盖说，“我只是在想……
还记得她怎么跟我说的吗？‘我知道露得。巴格蒙的惊人内幕。’这不就是她想说的吗？报道了他的审讯过程，她知道他给了食尸者情报。
还有温奇，记得她……说过‘巴格蒙是个坏巫师’，上次让他逍遥法外，克劳斯先生肯定很生气，而且他应该在家里说起过这件事的。
“是啊，但是巴格蒙不会故意的吧？”
荷米恩耸了耸肩。
“法治认为是玛西姆夫人攻击克劳斯吗？”罗恩一边说着，一边把头转向哈利。
“是呀，”哈利说道，“但他只是说说而已，因为克劳斯在比克斯贝克顿斯马车附近消失了。”
“我们还没有想到过她，对吧？”罗恩慢条斯理地说道，“可别忘了，她可是有巨人血统的，所以她不愿意承认。”
“她当然不会承认，”荷米恩尖刻地说，眼睛朝上，“看看当理特查明有关他妈妈的事情时哈格力遭到了怎样的待遇。看看法治吧，我们在她身上下定论仅仅因为她是个半巨人。谁要那样的偏见？我敢说如果我就根据这个来判断我会很不安。”荷米恩盯着自己的手表。
“我们还没怎么练习呢！”她说道，神情很惊讶的样子。“我们要学的是障碍咒啊！所以我们明天就要开始练！走吧，哈利，你得好好睡一觉。”
哈利和罗恩上楼回到宿舍。哈利穿睡衣时看了一眼尼维尔的床。哈利摘掉眼镜，爬上了床，他在想象如果父母还活着但是不认识自己，那是怎样一种感受啊。因为是孤儿，他常常得到许多陌生人的同情，但当他听着尼维尔轻轻的鼾声时，他反倒觉得尼维尔比自己更值得同情。屋子里一片漆黑，他突然觉得热血沸腾，那是一股股愤怒和仇恨，控诉着那些折磨兰博顿先生和夫人的混蛋们……他们想起了当克劳斯的儿子和他的同伙被“得蒙特”拽出法庭时人们是如何地嘲笑……他理解人们的感受……接下来他又记起那个尖叫着的男孩子苍白的脸，他心里震了一下才想起那个男孩子一年后就死了……
肯定是福尔得摩特，黑暗中哈利一边想着，一边盯着蚊帐盖。他又想起了福尔得摩特……就是他拆散这些家庭，就是他毁了所有这些人的生命……
罗恩和荷米恩在这个时候本来应该准备考试的，而且考试刚好会在第三次任务那天结束，但他们却尽力地帮哈利做准备。
哈利指出他们要考试，说可以自己一个人练习一会儿。荷米恩却淡淡地答应道，“别担心，除非我们在防巫学上拿高分，否则，我们会查不出班里的咒语的。”
一只蜜蜂“嗡嗡嗡”飞进房间。“要想成为奥挪士必须好好训练。”罗恩兴奋地说着。边对着蜜蜂施了一个障碍咒，那只蜜蜂便死在半空中，一动不动了。
六月一到，城堡里的气氛变得令人兴奋又紧张。人人都在盼着第三次任务。因为它将在学期结束前一周开始。哈利几乎每时每刻都在练习咒语。他觉得在这个任务上自己比其他人都有信心。莫迪说得对，尽管很危险很困难，哈利现在已经找到对付那些怪物和通过魔咒障碍的办法，而且这次他有机会好好准备挑战眼前的一切。
麦康娜答应让哈利在午餐时间使用变形教室，也省得自己在学校里到处找不到地方。哈利很快就掌握了障碍咒，一种可以阻止对手前进或使其放慢速度的咒语；清除咒，一种能迅速清除固体障碍物的咒语，还有一种叫方向咒的很有用的咒语，是荷米恩发现的。它能让魔杖指向正北方，哈利借此就能在迷宫里找准方向。不过他还是不太明白防身咒。用这个咒语能在自己身体周围形成一堵暂时的防护墙来反射其他小咒语。但是荷米恩攻破了哈利的防护墙，使得哈利在房间里摇摇晃晃走了十分钟后她才找出反咒语让哈利停下来。
“其实你做得挺好的，”荷米恩一边鼓励哈利，一边低头看着咒语单，把他们学会的咒语划掉，“有些魔咒到时一定会派上用场的。”
“来看看这个，”罗恩靠着窗户喊道。他正盯着楼底下看。“快来看看马尔夫在干什么？”
哈利和荷米恩停下来跑过去看。马尔夫，克来伯和高尔正站在底下一棵树的树荫里。克来伯和高尔好像是在放哨，不时发出得意的笑声。而马尔夫则把手举到嘴巴那里，冲着它说话。
“他好像在用对讲机。”哈利好奇地说道。
“不可能，”荷米恩说，“我早就告诉过你，那玩意儿在霍格瓦彻周围不管用。快点，哈利，我们继续练防身咒。”她迸出了一句话，转身从窗户那里回到房间中。
西里斯现在每天都让猫头鹰捎信给哈利。和荷米恩一样，他像是一心想着如何帮哈利通过最后的任务。他在信中提醒哈利，叫他不必理会霍格瓦彻墙外的事情（他在信中写道）：如果福尔得摩持真的变得越来越厉害的话，我的首要任务就是确保你的安全。你有丹伯多的保护，他不可能对你下手，反正是没有什么风险的，所以你要集中精力安全通过迷宫，到那时我们再把注意力转到其他事情上。
距离第三次任务越来越近了，哈利也日愈变得紧张起来，不过还好没有前两次时那么厉害。一方面，他对这一次很有信心，因为他已经做好了所有准备。另一方面，这是最后一次挑战，不管结果是好是坏，比赛终将结束，而他也会最终得到莫大的快慰。
第三次任务那天的早餐是在吵吵闹闹中度过的。信使猫头鹰送来西里斯给哈利的祝愿卡片。那只是一张羊皮纸，对折叠在一起，信头还有个脏兮兮的爪子印。但哈利对此还是十分感激。又一只猫头鹰尖叫着飞来，和往常一样，给荷米恩带来《先知日报》的早晨版。她打开报纸，扫了一眼头版，立即吐了满口南瓜汁在上面。
“什么新闻？”哈利和罗恩盯着她，一起叫了出来。
“没有什么。”荷术恩连忙一边回答，一边想把报纸扔掉，但罗恩一把抢了过来。
他看了看标题说，“不会吧，不是今天吧，那头老母牛。”
“什么？”哈利问，“又是理特。史姬特？”
“不是。”罗恩说。接着，和荷米恩一样，他准备把报纸摆到一边去。
“是不是关于我的，是不是？”哈利追问道。
“不是。”罗恩说道，语气很不肯定。
但哈利还没来得及要看那份报纸，杰高。马尔夫却隔着大厅从支付德林餐桌那儿大声嚷嚷起来。
“嗨，波特！波特！你的脑袋怎么了？感觉还好吗？你该不会生我们的气吧？”
马尔夫手里也正拿着一份《先知日报》。餐桌旁的马尔夫这时正暗暗笑着，转动着椅子想看看哈利的反应。
“让我看看，”哈利对罗恩说道，“给我看看。”
罗恩只好很不情愿地把报纸递给他。哈利翻开报纸，发现上面有自己的照片，照片下面还有一行大标题：“不安和危险”的哈利·波特特约记者理特。史姬特报道，曾经击败‘那个人’的男孩目前身体状况不稳定，甚至处境危险。近日有惊人证据显示哈利·波特行为怪异，这就让人怀疑他是否合适参加像“三巫师争霸赛”这种高要求的比赛和就读于霍格瓦彻学校了。
据《先知日报》独家披露，波特经常在课堂上昏倒，而且经常抱怨额头上的伤痕（‘那个人’企图施咒杀死他时留下的）。上个星期一，在上占卜课过程中，本报记者亲眼见到波特突然暴怒无常，大喊自己的伤痕太痛了不能继续上课。
又据斯特姆高医院魔咒疾病损伤专家说，波特的大脑有可能受‘那个人’攻击的影响，而波特一直说伤疤持续作痛则说明了其根深蒂固的神志迷乱。
“他或许在装病，”一位专家说，“这可能是为了引起大家的注意力。”
《先知日报》还发现有关哈利·波特的令人担忧的事实，就是艾伯斯。丹伯多，霍格瓦彻校长，已经很小心地回避了巫术界公众的注意力。
“波特能说普塞特凯语”，马尔夫披露说，“几年前发生了一连串针对学生的攻击，大多数都认为是波特干的，因为他们看到他在一间”决斗俱乐部“里大发脾气，跟着就放出一条蛇袭击另一个男孩子。
事实虽如此，但大家都不吭声。可能是因为他结交了一些凶恶动物吧。我们都认为他为了一点点权力而愿意做任何事情。“
普塞特凯语，一种与蛇交谈的能力，一直以来被认为是一种阴毒的巫术。事实上，当代操这门巫术操得最好的人是著名的‘那个人’。
一个不愿透露姓名的“巫术防御联盟”的成员，建议任何懂普塞特凯的巫师都应被调查。作为我个人来说，我必然会十分怀疑任何能与蛇交谈的人的动机，既然我们知道毒蛇常被用于最阴毒的巫术，而且历史上和恶人有密切联系。同样，“任何与狼和巨无霸这些凶恶动物为伍的人肯定会有某种暴力倾向。”
毫无疑问，艾伯斯。丹伯多应该好好考虑一下是否让这样一个男孩去参加“三巫师争霸赛”。有人担忧波特可能会不顾一切地用阴毒巫术去赢得比赛，即今晚进行的第三次任务。
“她有点不喜欢我，对吧？”哈利轻轻说了一句，折起报纸。
在史林德林餐桌那边，马尔夫、克来伯和高尔正忙着嘲笑他。他们用手拍打脑袋，扮鬼脸，还把舌头像蛇一样吐出来，不停地摆动。
“她怎么知道你的伤疤在占卜课上作痛的？”罗恩问道，“她不可能在那儿，她也不可能听到——”
“那时窗户开着，”哈利说道，“我打开它换气。”
“你在北塔顶上！”荷米恩有点不相信，“你的声音不可能一路传到地面呀！”
“嗯，你是研究魔法窃听术的，”哈利又说，“告诉我她是怎么做到的！”
“我一起都在努力呀！”荷米恩答道，“但我，我……”
突然荷米恩脸上出现一种很奇怪很模糊的表情。她慢慢地抬起一只手指在头发里面抓来抓去。
“你没事吧？”罗恩皱着眉头问道。
“没事。”荷求恩上气不接下气地说。然后她又把手指放在头发上抓了一遍，接着把手放到嘴边，好像在和一个看不见的对讲机说话一样。哈利和罗恩面面相觑，不知道她究竟在搞什么名堂。
“我有个主意，”荷求恩开口了，眼睛注视着天空。“我想我知道……因为那时没人能够看见……即使是莫迪也是如此……不过她应该能够爬上窗台……但是她不可能得到批准的……绝对不可能的……我想我知道怎么回事了！给我两分钟到图书馆，我要搞清楚！”
一说完，荷米恩拿起书包飞也似地跑出了大厅。
“喂！”罗恩在后面叫她，“我们十分钟后要考魔法历史！哎呀真要命！”他回过头对哈利说，“她肯定是恨死那个女人了，连错过考试都敢。你准备到宾西的课上干吗？又是阅读？”
因为是“三巫师争霸赛”选手，哈利免考期末考试，他只好是坐在课室后面查看第三次任务的新咒语。
“可能吧！”哈利答道。但就在那个时候麦康娜教授沿着格林芬顿餐桌朝他走了过来，“波特，所有队员早餐后将在大厅外的会宾室集合。”她开口说道。
“但任务晚上才开始呀！”哈利连忙说，不小心把炒蛋碰掉了。他担心自己搞错了时间。
“我清楚，波特，”她接着说道，“你该知道吧，选手的家里人将被邀请观看决赛。这样安排只是让你有机会向他们问候一下。”
她说完就离开了。哈利望着她的背影，嘴巴张得大大的。
“她不指望杜斯利一家会出席吧？”他很直接地问罗恩。
“不知道，”罗恩说道，“哈利，我得快点走了，上课都快迟到了。
一会儿见。“
哈利吃完早餐。大厅里空荡荡。他看见芙璐·迪来高从餐桌旁站了起来，和塞德里克一起走进会宾室。过一会儿，克伦慢吞吞地走了进去加入他们的行列。而哈利还待在老地方不走。他确实不愿走进会宾室。他没有家庭——没有会来看他接受命运挑战的家人。但就当他想起身去图好馆复习一下咒语的时候，会宾室的门开了，探出塞德里克的小脑袋。
“哈利，快点，大家都在等你呢！”
哈利觉得很是困窘，但还是站了起来。杜斯利一家该不会在里面吧？他心想着，跨过大厅，打开门走了进去。
塞德里克和他父母就在靠门口的地方坐着。维特。克伦待在对面的角落里，和长着一头黑头发的父母亲用保加利亚语交谈着，说得很快。房间的另一边，芙璐正在和她妈妈用法语聊着，声音有点模糊。还有芙珊的小妹妹盖布丽也来了，正拉着她妈妈的手。她朝哈利挥了挥手，哈利也向她挥手。他还看到威斯里夫人和比尔站在火炉前，冲着自己微笑。
哈利也致以微笑，并朝他们走了过去。“给你个意外。”威斯里夫人高兴地说，“该想到我们是来看你的吧，哈利！”她弯腰吻了一下哈利的脸颊。
“你还好吧？”比尔问道，高兴地笑着，握着哈利的手。“查理想来的，但他没时间。他说你对号尾龙那次比赛真是太棒了！”
哈利觉察到芙璐·迪来高，正不断望着比尔，给他暗送秋波。哈利看得出来她不会拒绝比尔上面饰有狗牙的长发和耳环。
“你们真是太好了，”哈利低声对威斯里夫人说，“我刚才想到杜斯利一家了。”
“咦。”威斯里夫人叹了一下嘴唇。她是从来都不会当着哈利的面说杜斯利家的不是，但是每次提起他们，她的眼睛总会不自然地闪亮许多。
“回来真好！”比尔说着，目光扫了一下整个大厅，（维利，那个胖大婶的朋友正朝他挤眉弄眼）。“五年没见过这地方。疯骑士还在吗？就那个卡顿猛骑士大人？”
“噢，当然在，”哈利答道。他去年刚见过他。
“还有胖大婶呢？”比尔又问。
“我读书时她就在这里，”威
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brilliance
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