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Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.
"I've just realized - I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. yet!" she said brightly.
"The Invisibility Cloak wouldn't have got me over that line," said Harry slowly.
Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.
"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispered, bristling at her.
"Like them, Potter?" said Malfoy loudly as Harry approached. "And this isn't all they do - look!"
"Convenient?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
"Balderdash," said Harry dully.
"Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Just taken it."
"- and he hit Goyle - look -"
"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," said Harry. The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.
But nobody wanted to hear that he wasn't hungry; nobody wanted to hear that he hadn't put his name in the goblet; not one single person seemed to have noticed that he wasn't at all in the mood to celebrate. . . . Lee Jordan had unearthed a Gryffindor banner from somewhere, and he insisted on draping it around Harry like a cloak. Harry couldn't get away; whenever he tried to sidle over to the staircase up to the dormitories, the crowd around him closed ranks, forcing another butterbeer on him, stuffing crisps and peanuts into his hands. . . . Everyone wanted to know how he had done it, how he had tricked Dumbledore's Age Line and managed to get his name into the goblet....
"Sir - sir, Mr. Bagman wants him," he said nervously. "All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs. . ."
"How do you think they'd feel if they knew you were competing in the Triwizard Tournament? Proud? Worried? Angry?"
"No, of course not," said Hermione curtly, "I hardly think students are supposed to -"
Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.