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"I asked her to go with me just now," Harry said dully, "and she told me."
"Okay," Harry said, starting off back down the corridor with Hermione, Ron hurrying to keep up.
Cedric stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic he'd been feeling since Saturday night flickering in Cedric's gray eyes.
Charlie looked around; Madame Maxime was strolling away around the edge of the enclosure, gazing at the stunned dragons.
She stared pointedly at Harry, who yawned very widely and obviously.
"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily; he was rereading Flying with the Cannons for the tenth time in an armchair near the fire.
Hermione let out a sputter of indignation.
"Oh yeah?" said Harry. "Look behind you."
CHAPTER TWENTY - THE FIRST TASK
"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.
"An ugly old bat in outsize specs?" Ron muttered under his breath.
"Thank you. Harry Potter, thank you," said Dobby breathlessly, rubbing his head.
"I can't come with you," said Hermione, now blushing, "because I'm already going with someone."
"Oh okay," he said, "no problem."
" 'Course you can," said Harry, and Dobby beamed.
"I would think," she said, in a mystical whisper that did not conceal her obvious annoyance, "that some of us" - she stared very meaningfully at Harry- "might be a little less frivolous had they seen what I have seen during my crystal gazing last night. As I sat here, absorbed in my needlework, the urge to consult the orb overpowered me. I arose, I settled myself before it, and I gazed into its crystalline depths . . . and what do you think I saw gazing back at me?"
it at once as a Sneakoscope, because he owned one himself, though it was much smaller than Moody's. In the corner on a small table stood an object that looked something like an extra-squiggly, golden television aerial. It was humming slightly. What appeared to be a mirror hung opposite Harry on the wall, but it was not reflecting the room. Shadowy figures were moving around inside it, none of them clearly in focus.
"What, you need three hours?" said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. "Who're you going with?" he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle.;
"She didn' seem very int'rested in magical creatures, ter tell yeh the truth," Hagrid said, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked him how his interview with Rita Skeeter had gone during the last Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the term. To their very great relief, Hagrid had given up on direct contact with the skrewts now, and they were merely sheltering behind his cabin today, sitting at a trestle table and preparing a fresh selection of food with which to tempt the skrewts.？