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Jump onto the desk....
"I didn't," Harry said. "I don't know how -"
Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.
Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging.
At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.
Harry had been picturing his parents' deaths over and over again for three years now, ever since he'd found out they had been murdered, ever since he'd found out what had happened that night: Wormtail had betrayed his parents' whereabouts to Voldemort, who had come to find them at their cottage. How Voldemort had killed Harry's father first.
"Well, of course you haven't," said Hermione briskly, "I've only just started it."
"Yeah?" said Ron, and there was no trace of a grin, forced or otherwise, on his face now.
Gentlemen. . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"
The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"Yes," he said, "instructions. Yes . . . the first task . . ."
"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.
"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement. "C'mon, then - I'll go first -"
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his steely smile still in place, though his eyes were colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
Harry got a shock to find himself facing the Fat Lady already. He had barely noticed where his feet were carrying him. It was also a surprise to see that she was not alone in her frame. The wizened witch who had flitted into her neighbor's painting when he had joined the champions downstairs was now sitting smugly beside the Fat Lady. She must have dashed through every picture lining seven staircases to reach here before him. Both she and the Fat Lady were looking down at him with the keenest interest.,