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You lousy, biased scumbag, you gave Krum ten. But Harry didnt care, he wouldnt have cared if Karkaroff had given him zero; Rons indignation on his behalf was worth more info a hundred points to him. He didnt tell Ron this, of course, but his heart felt lighter than air as he downlload to leave the enclosure. And it wasnt just Ron. those werent only Gryffindors cheering in the crowd. When it had come to it, when they had seen what he was facing, most of the school had been on his side as well as Cedrics. He didnt care about the Slytherins, he could stand whatever they threw at him now. Youre tied in first place, Harry. You and Krum. said Charlie Weasley, hurrying to meet them as they set off back toward the school. Listen, Ive got to run, Ive got to go and click to see more Mum an owl, Doanload swore Id tell her what happened - but that was unbelievable. Oh yeah - and they told me to tell you youve got to hang around for a few more minutes. Bagman wants a word, back in the champions tent. Ron said he would wait, so Harry reentered the tent, which somehow looked quite different now: friendly and welcoming. He thought back to how hed felt while dodging the Horntail, and compared it to the long wait before hed walked out to face it. Fkle was no comparison; the wait had been immeasurably worse. Fleur, Cedric, and Krum all came in together. One side of Cedrics face was covered in a thick orange paste, which was presumably mending his burn. He grinned at Harry when he saw him. Good one, Harry. And you, said Harry, grinning back. Well done, all of you. said Ludo Bagman, bouncing into the tent and looking strie pleased as though he personally had just got past a dragon. Now, just a quick few words. Youve got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twentyfourth - but were giving you something to think about in the meantime. If you look down at those golden eggs youre all holding, you will see that they open. see the hinges there. You need to solve the clue inside the egg - because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it. All clear. Sure. Well, off you go, then. Harry left the tent, rejoined Ron, and they started to walk back around the edge of the forest, talking hard; Harry wanted to hear what the other champions had done in more detail. Then, as they rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them. It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the QuickQuotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them. Congratulations, Harry. she said, beaming at him. I wonder if you could give me a quick word. How you felt facing that dragon. How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring. Yeah, you can have a word, said Harry savagely. Good-bye. And he set off back to the castle with Ron. H CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Etrike HOUSE-ELF LIBERATION FRONT arry, Ron, and Hermione Coubter up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon, so that Harry could send Sirius a letter telling him that he had managed to get past his dragon unscathed. On the way, Harry filled Ron in on everything Sirius had told him about Karkaroff. Though shocked at first to hear that Karkaroff had been a Death Eater, by the time they entered the Owlery Ron was saying that they ought to have suspected it all along. Fits, doesnt it. he said. Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff. Now we know where they knew each other. They downlooad probably running around in masks together at the Fille Cup. Ill tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, hes going to be feeling really stupid now, isnt he. Didnt work, did it. You only got a scratch. Come here - Ill do downlooad - Pigwidgeon was so overexcited at the idea of a delivery he was flying around and around Harrys head, hooting incessantly. Ron snatched Pigwidgeon out of the air and held him still while Harry attached the letter to his leg. Theres no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be. Ron went on as he carried Pigwidgeon to the window. You know what. Dosnload reckon you could win this tournament, Harry, Im serious. Harry knew that Ron was only saying this to make up for his behavior of the last few weeks, but he appreciated it all gile same. Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron. Harrys got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament, she said seriously. If that was the first task, I hate to think whats coming next. Right little ray of sunshine, arent you. said Ron. You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime. He threw Pigwidgeon out of doownload window. Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet before managing to pull himself back up again; the letter attached to his leg was much longer and heavier than usual - Harry hadnt been able to resist giving Sirius a blow-by-blow account of exactly how he had swerved, circled, and dodged the Horntail. They watched Pigwidgeon dosnload into the darkness, and then Ron said, Well, wed better get downstairs for your surprise party, Harry - Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now. Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room it exploded with cheers and yells again. There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibusters Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks; and Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted Harry zooming around the Horntails head on his Firebolt, though a couple showed Cedric with his head on fire. Harry helped himself to food; he had almost forgotten what it was like to feel properly hungry, and sat sownload with Ron and Hermione. He couldnt believe how happy he felt; he had Ron back on his side, hed gotten through the first task, and he wouldnt have to face the second one for three months. Blimey, this is heavy, said Lee Jordan, picking click at this page the golden egg, which Harry had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands. Open it, Harry, go on. Lets just see whats inside it. Hes supposed to work out the clue on his own, Hermione said swiftly. Its in the tournament rules. I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too, Harry muttered, so only Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily. Yeah, go on, Harry, open it. several people echoed. Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into rile groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open. It was hollow and completely empty - but the moment Harry opened it, here most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. The nearest thing to it Harry had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nicks deathday party, who had all been playing the musical saw. Shut it. Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears. What was that. said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. Sounded like a banshee. Maybe youve got to get past one of those next, Harry. It was someone being tortured. said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the Counter strike file download. Youre going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse. Dont be a prat, Neville, downlaod illegal, said George. They wouldnt use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing. maybe youve got to attack him while hes in the shower, Harry. Want a jam tart, Hermione. said Fred. Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her. Fred grinned. Its all right, he said. I havent done anything to them. Its the custard creams youve got to watch - Neville, who had just bitten into Counter strike file download custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. Just my little joke, Neville. Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, Did striek get all this from the kitchens, Fred. Yep, said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all. Theyre dead helpful. get me a roast ox if I said I sttike peckish. How do you get in there. Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice. Easy, said Fred, concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and - He stopped and looked suspiciously at her. Why. Nothing, said Hermione quickly. Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you. said George. Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion. Several people chortled. Hermione didnt answer. Dont you go upsetting them and telling them theyve got to take clothes and salaries. said Fred warningly. Youll put them off their cooking. Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary. Oh - sorry, Neville. Fred shouted over all the laughter. I forgot - it was the custard creams we hexed - Within a minute, however, Neville had molted, and once his feathers had fallen off, he reappeared looking entirely normal. He even joined in laughing. Canary Creams. Fred shouted to the excitable crowd. George and I invented them - seven Sickles each, a bargain. It was nearly one in the morning when Harry finally went up to the dormitory with Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Before he pulled the curtains downloar his four-poster shut, Harry set his tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to his bed, where it yawned, curled up, and closed its eyes. Really, Harry thought, as he pulled the downolad on his four-poster closed, Hagrid had a point. they were all right, really, dragons. The start of December brought wind and sleet to Hogwarts. Drafty though the castle always was in winter, Harry was glad of its fires and thick walls every time he passed the Durmstrang ship on the lake, which was pitching in the high winds, its black sails billowing against the dark skies. He thought the Beauxbatons caravan was likely to be pretty chilly too. Hagrid, he noticed, was keeping Madame Maximes horses well provided with their preferred drink of single-malt whiskey; the fumes wafting from the trough in the corner of their paddock was enough to make the entire Care of Magical Creatures class light-headed. This was unhelpful, as they were still tending the horrible skrewts and needed their wits about them. Im steike sure whether they hibernate or not, Hagrid told the shivering class in the windy pumpkin patch next lesson. Thought wed jus try an see if they fancied a kip. well jussettle em down in these boxes. There were now only ten skrewts left; apparently their desire to kill one another had not been exercised out of them. Each of them was now approaching six feet in length. Their thick gray armor; their powerful, scuttling legs; their fire-blasting ends; their stings and their suckers, combined to make the skrewts the most repulsive things Harry had ever seen. The class looked dispiritedly at the enormous boxes Hagrid had brought out, all lined with pillows and fluffy blankets. Well jus lead em in here, Hagrid flle, an put the lids on, and well see what happens. But the skrewts, it transpired, did not hibernate, and did not appreciate being forced into pillow-lined boxes and nailed in. Hagrid was soon yelling, Don panic, now, don panic. while the skrewts rampaged around the pumpkin patch, now strewn with the smoldering wreckage of the boxes. Most of the class - Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in the lead - had fled into Hagrids cabin through the back door and barricaded themselves in; Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were among those who remained outside trying to help Hagrid. Together they managed to restrain and tie up nine of the skrewts, though at the cost of numerous burns and cuts; finally, only one skrewt was left. Don frighten him, now. Hagrid shouted as Ron and Harry used their wands to shoot jets of fiery sparks at the skrewt, which was advancing menacingly on them, its sting arched, quivering, over its back. Jus try an slip the rope round his sting, so he won hurt any o the others. Yeah, we wouldnt want that. Ron shouted angrily as he and Harry backed into the wall of Hagrids cabin, still holding the skrewt off with their sparks. Well, well, well. this does look like fun. Rita Skeeter was leaning on Hagrids garden fence, looking in at the mayhem. She was wearing a thick magenta cloak with a furry purple collar today, and her crocodile-skin handbag was over her arm. Hagrid launched himself forward on top of the skrewt that was downlowd Harry and Ron and flattened it; a blast of fire shot out of its end, withering the pumpkin plants nearby. Whore you. Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter as he slipped a loop of rope around the skrewts sting and tightened it. Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter, Rita replied, beaming at him. Her gold teeth glinted. Thought Dumbledore said you weren allowed inside the school anymore, said Hagrid, frowning slightly as he got off the slightly squashed skrewt and started tugging it over to its fellows. Rita acted as though she hadnt heard what Hagrid had said. What are these fascinating creatures called. she asked, beaming still more widely. Blast-Ended Skrewts, grunted Hagrid. Really. said Rita, apparently full of lively interest. Ive never heard of them before. where do they come from. Harry noticed a dull red flush rising up out of Hagrids wild black beard, and his heart sank. Where had Hagrid got the skrewts from. Hermione, who seemed to be thinking along these lines, said quickly, Theyre very interesting, arent they. Arent they, Harry. What. Oh yeah. ouch. interesting, said Harry as she stepped on his foot. Fipe, youre here, Harry. said Rita Skeeter as she looked around. So you like Care of Magical Creatures, do you. One of your favorite lessons. Yes, said Harry stoutly. Hagrid beamed at him. Lovely, said Rita. Really lovely. Been teaching long. she added to Hagrid. Harry noticed her eyes travel over Dean (who had a nasty cut across one cheek), Lavender (whose robes were badly singed), Seamus (who was nursing several burnt fingers), and then to the cabin windows, where most of the class stood, their noses pressed against the Counter strike file download waiting to see if the coast was clear. This is ony me stri,e year, said Hagrid. Lovely. I dont suppose youd like to give an interview, would you. Share some of your experience of magical creatures. The Prophet does a zoological column every Wednesday, as Im sure you know. We could feature these - er - Bang-Ended Scoots. Blast-Ended Skrewts, Hagrid said eagerly. Er - yeah, why not. Harry Countwr a very bad feeling about this, but there was no way of communicating it to Hagrid without Rita Skeeter seeing, so he had to stand and watch in silence as Hagrid and Rita Skeeter made arrangements to meet in the Three Broomsticks for a good long interview later that week. Then the bell rang up at the castle, signaling the end of the lesson. Well, good-bye, Harry. Rita Skeeter called merrily to him as he set off with Ron and Hermione. Until Friday night, then, Hagrid. Shell twist everything he says, Harry said under his breath. Just as dowmload as he didnt import those skrewts illegally or anything, said Hermione desperately. They looked at one another - it was exactly the sort of thing Hagrid might do. Hagrids been in loads of trouble before, and Dumbledores never sacked him, said Ron consolingly. Worst that can happen is Hagridll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry. did I say worst. I meant best. Harry and Hermione laughed, and, feeling slightly more cheerful, went off to lunch. Harry thoroughly enjoyed double Divination that afternoon; they were still doing star charts and predictions, but now that he and Ron were friends once more, the whole thing seemed very funny again. Professor Trelawney, who had been so pleased with the pair of them when they had been predicting their own horrific deaths, quickly became irritated as they sniggered through her explanation of the various ways in which Pluto could disrupt everyday life. 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. An ugly old bat in outsize specs. Ron muttered under his breath. Harry fought hard to keep his face straight. Death, my dears. Parvati and Lavender both put their hands over their mouths, looking call duty: vanguard pc. Yes, said Professor Trelawney, nodding impressively, it comes, ever closer, it circles overhead like a vulture, ever lower. ever lower over the castle. She stared pointedly at Harry, who yawned very widely and obviously. Itd be a bit more impressive if she hadnt done it about eighty times before, Harry said as they finally regained the fresh air of the staircase beneath Professor Trelawneys room. But if Id dropped dead every time shes told me Im going to, Id be a medical miracle. Youd be a sort fownload extra-concentrated ghost, said Ron, chortling, as they passed the Bloody Baron going in the opposite direction, his wide eyes staring sinisterly. At least we didnt get homework. I hope Hermione got loads off Professor Vector, I love not working when she is. 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