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"These names are?" said Mr. Crouch sharply.
"D'you know Crouch, then?" said Harry.
"You're not... his?" whispered Crouch, his mouth sagging.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - THE DREAM
"I warned her!" said Ron as Hermione hurried out of the Great Hall, cradling her hands.
"So I give you fair warning, Potter," Snape continued in a sorter and more dangerous
"You're kidding!" said Harry.
Harry and Ron went slowly upstairs to their dormitory. As Harry pulled on his pajamas, he looked over at Nevilles 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 orphan, but as he listened to Nevilles 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 jeers 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 jolt that he had died a year later. . . .
"This," said Karkaroff, and Harry, peering around the edge of his cauldron, saw Karkaroff
He ran a hand over his unshaven face, evidently thinking hard.
Harry nodded, hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly toward Mr. Crouch, who did not look at him, but continued to talk to a nearby tree.
"Yet you say you have some names for us?" said Mr. Crouch.
"Begging your pardon, miss," said the house-elf, bowing deeply again, "but house-elves has no right to be unhappy when there is work to be done and masters to be served."
Harry turned away from the window and stared up into the rafters. The many perches were half-empty; every now and then, another owl would swoop in through one of the windows, returning from its night's hunting with a mouse in its beak.
"Yeah, someone could've - could've pulled him onto a broom and flown off with him, couldn't they?" said Ron quickly, looking hopefully at Moody as if he too wanted to be told he had the makings of an Auror.