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Moody raised his wand, he opened his mouth; Harry plunged his own hand into his robes -"
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.
"I must go downstairs," he said finally. "I must see the Diggorys. Harry - take the rest of your potion. I will see all of you later."
Harry nodded again.
"Ignore him," said Cedric in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeters article about the Triwizard Tournament - you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion."
"The dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person entering Azkaban.
"If I thought I could help you," Dumbledore said gently, "by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened."
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.
"Very well," he said, sitting down again. "Voldemort has overcome that particular barrier. Harry, continue, please."
"By all accounts, he is no loss!" blustered Fudge. "It seems he has been responsible for several deaths'."
"Master!" he shrieked, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"
"He wanted me to bring him back to his parents. ..."
"I will be back to see you as soon as I have met with Fudge, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I would like you to remain here tomorrow until I have spoken to the school." He left.
"Now ..." said the cold voice.
The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat very fast. The surface began not only to bubble, but to send out fiery sparks, as though it were on fire. Steam was thickening, blurring the outline of Wormtail tending the fire. The movements beneath the robes became more agitated. And Harry heard the high, cold voice again.。