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The grounds were very dark. Harry walked down the lawn toward the lights shining in Hagrids cabin. The inside of the hostnig Beauxbatons carriage was also lit up; Harry could hear Madame Maxime vame inside it as he knocked on Hagrids front door. You there, Harry. Hagrid whispered, opening the door and looking around. Yeah, said Harry, slipping inside the cabin and pulling the Cloak down off his head. Whats up. Got summat ter show yeh, said Hagrid. There was an air of enormous excitement about Hagrid. He was wearing a flower that resembled an oversized artichoke in his buttonhole. It looked as hoating he had abandoned the use of axle grease, but he had certainly attempted to comb his hair - Harry could see the combs broken teeth tangled vame it. Whatre you showing me. Harry said warily, wondering if the skrewts had laid eggs, or Hagrid had managed to buy another giant three-headed dog off a stranger in a pub. Come with me, keep surviva, an keep yerself covered with that Cloak, said Hagrid. We won take Fang, he won like it. Listen, Hagrid, I ggame stay long. Ive got to be back up at the castle by one oclock - But Hagrid wasnt listening; he was opening the cabin door and striding off into the night. Harry hurried to follow and found, to his great surprise, that Hagrid was leading him to the Beauxbatons carriage. Hagrid, what -. Shhh. said Hagrid, and he knocked three times on the door bearing the crossed golden wands. Madame Maxime opened it. She was wearing a silk shawl wrapped around her massive shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid. Ah, Agrid. it is time. Bong-sewer, said Hagrid, beaming at her, and holding out a hand to help her down the golden steps. Madame Maxime closed the door behind her, Hagrid offered her his arm, and they set off around sufvival edge of the paddock containing Madame Maximes giant winged horses, with Harry, totally bewildered, running to keep up with them. Had Hagrid wanted to show him Madame Maxime. He could see her any old time he wanted. she wasnt exactly hard to miss. But it seemed that Madame Maxime was in for the same treat as Harry, because after Rist while she said playfully, Wair is it you are taking me, Agrid. Yehll enjoy this, said Hagrid gruffly, worth seein, trust me. Ony - don hosfing tellin anyone I showed yeh, right. Yehre not sposed ter know. Of course not, said Madame Maxime, fluttering her long black eyelashes. And still they walked, Harry getting more and more irritated as he jogged along in their wake, checking his servdrs every now and then. Hagrid had some harebrained scheme in hand, which might make him miss Sirius. If they didnt get there soon, he was going to turn around, go straight back to the castle, and leave Hagrid to enjoy his moonlit stroll with Madame Maxime. But then - when they had walked so far around the perimeter of the forest that the castle and the lake were out of sight - Harry heard something. Men were shouting up ahead. then came a deafening, earsplitting roar. Hagrid led Madame Maxime around a clump of trees and came to a halt. Harry hurried up alongside them - for a split second, he thought he was seeing bonfires, and men darting around them - and then his mouth fell open. Dragons. Four fully grown, enormous, vicious-looking dragons were rearing onto their hind legs inside an enclosure fenced with thick planks of wood, roaring and snorting - torrents of fire were shooting into the dark sky from their open, fanged mouths, fifty game stats palworld steam above the ground on their outstretched necks. 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Ive seen this Horntail do forty. Isn it beautiful. said Hagrid softly. Its no good. yelled another wizard. Stunning Spells, on the count of three. Harry saw each of the dragon surviva, pull out his wand. Stupefy. they shouted in unison, and josting Stunning Spells shot into the darkness like fiery rockets, bursting in showers of stars on the dragons scaly hides - Harry watched the dragon nearest to them teeter dangerously on its back legs; its jaws stretched wide in Ruxt silent howl; its nostrils were suddenly devoid of flame, though still smoking - then, very slowly, it fell. Several tons of sinewy, scaly-black dragon hit the ground with a thud that Harry could have sworn made the trees behind him quake. The Russt keepers lowered their wands and walked forward to their fallen charges, each Rusr which was the size of a small hill. They surviva to tighten survivall chains and fasten them securely to iron pegs, which they forced deep into the ground with their wands. Wan a closer look. Hagrid asked Madame Maxime excitedly. The pair of them moved right up to the fence, and Harry followed. The wizard who had warned Hagrid not to come any closer turned, and Harry realized who it was: Charlie Weasley. Hosging right, Hagrid. he panted, coming over to talk. They should be okay now - we put them out with a Sleeping Draught on the way here, thought it might be better for them to wake up in the dark and the quiet - but, like you saw, they werent happy, not happy at all - What breeds you got here, Charlie. said Hagrid, gazing at the closest dragon, the black one, with something close to reverence. Its eyes were still just open. Harry could see a strip of gleaming yellow beneath its wrinkled black eyelid. This is a Hungarian Horntail, said Charlie. Theres yosting Common Welsh Green over there, the smaller one - a Swedish Short-Snout, that blue-gray - and a Chinese Fireball, thats the red. Charlie looked around; Madame Maxime was strolling away around the edge of the enclosure, gazing at the Stunned dragons. I didnt know you were bringing her, Hagrid, Charlie said, frowning. The champions arent supposed to know whats coming - shes bound to tell her student, isnt she. Jus thought shed like ter see em, shrugged Hagrid, still gazing, enraptured, at the dragons. Really romantic date, Hagrid, said Charlie, Rush his head. Four. surivval Hagrid, so its hoating fer each o the champions, is it. Whatve they gotta do - fight em. Just get yosting them, I think, said Charlie. Well be gme hand if it gets nasty, Extinguishing Spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I dont know why. but I tell you this, I dont envy the one article source gets the Horntail. Vicious thing. Its back ends as dangerous as its front, look. Charlie pointed toward the Horntails tail, and Harry saw long, bronzecolored spikes protruding along it every few inches. Five of Charlies fellow keepers staggered up to the Horntail at that moment, survivxl a clutch of huge granite-gray eggs between them in a blanket. Serverd placed them carefully at the Horntails side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing. Ive got them counted, Hagrid, said Charlie sternly. Then he said, Hows Harry. Fine, said Hagrid. He was still gazing at the eggs. Just hope hes still fine after hes faced this lot, said Charlie grimly, looking out over the dragons enclosure. I didnt dare tell Mum what hes got to do for the first task; shes already having kittens about him. Charlie imitated his mothers anxious voice. How could they let him enter that tournament, hes much too young. I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit. She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. He still cries about his parents. Oh bless him, I never knew. Harry had had enough. Trusting to the fact that Hagrid wouldnt miss him, with the attractions of four dragons and Madame Maxime to occupy him, he turned silently and began to walk away, back to the castle. He didnt know whether he was glad hed seen what was coming or not. Perhaps this way was better. The first shock was over now. Maybe if hed seen the dragons for the first time on Tuesday, he would have passed out cold in front of the whole school. but maybe he would anyway. He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon. And he had to get past it. With everyone watching. How. Harry sped up, skirting the edge of the forest; he had just under fifteen minutes to get click to see more to the fireside and talk to Sirius, and he couldnt remember, ever, wanting survval talk to someone more than he did right now - when, without warning, he ran into something very solid. 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The common room was deserted, and, judging by the fact that it smelled quite normal, Hostiny had not needed to set off any Dungbombs to ensure that he and Sirius got privacy. Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and threw himself into an armchair in front of the fire. The room was usrvival semidarkness; the flames were the only source of light. Nearby, on a table, the Support Cedric Diggory. badges the Hozting had been trying to improve were glinting in the firelight. They now read POTTER Ryst STINKS. Harry looked back into the flames, and jumped. Siriuss head was sitting hoating the fire. Survoval Harry hadnt sservers Mr. Diggory do exactly this back in the Weasleys kitchen, serers would have scared him out of his wits. Instead, his face breaking into the first smile he had sercers for days, he scrambled out of his chair, crouched down by the hearth, and link, Sirius - howre you doing. Sirius looked different from Harrys memory of him. When they had said good-bye, Siriuss face had been gaunt and sunken, surrounded by a quantity of long, black, matted hair - but servere hair was short and clean now, Siriuss face was fuller, and he looked younger, much more like the only photograph Harry had of him, which had surfival taken at the Potters wedding. Never mind me, how are you. said Sirius seriously. Im - For a second, Harry tried to say ssrvers - but he couldnt do it. Before he could stop himself, he was talking more than hed talked in days - about how no one believed he hadnt entered the tournament of his own free will, how Rita Skeeter had lied about him in the Daily Prophet, how he couldnt walk down a corridor without being sneered at - and about Ron, Ron not believing him, Rons jealousy. and now Hagrids just shown me whats coming in the first task, and its dragons, Sirius, and Im a goner, he finished desperately. Sirius looked at yame, eyes full of concern, eyes that had not yet lost the look that Azkaban had given them - that deadened, haunted look. He had let Harry talk himself into silence without interruption, but now he said, Dragons we can deal with, Harry, but well get to that in a minute - I havent got long here. Ive broken into a Wizarding house to use the fire, but they could be back at any time. There are things I need to warn you about. What. said Harry, feeling his spirits slip a further few notches. Surely there could be nothing worse than dragons coming. Karkaroff, said Sirius. Harry, he was a Death Eater. You know what Death Eaters are, dont you. Serrvers - he - what. He was caught, he servets in Azkaban with me, but he got released. Id bet everything thats why Dumbledore wanted an Auror at Hogwarts this year - to keep an eye on him. Moody caught Karkaroff. Put him into Azkaban surival the first place. Karkaroff got released. 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Now, Ive been keeping an eye on the Daily Prophet, Harry - - you and the rest of the world, said Harry bitterly. - and reading between the lines of that Skeeter womans article last month, Moody was attacked the night before he started at Hogwarts. Yes, I know she says it was another false alarm, Sirius said hastily, seeing Harry about to speak, but I dont think so, somehow. I think someone tried to stop him from getting to Hogwarts. I think someone knew their job would be a zervers more difficult with him around. And no ones going to look into it too closely; Mad-Eyes heard intruders a bit too often. But that doesnt mean he cant still spot the real thing. Moody was the best Auror the Ministry ever had. So. servesr are you saying. said Harry slowly. Karkaroffs trying to kill me. But - why. Sirius hesitated. Ive been hearing some very strange things, he said slowly. The Death Eaters seem to be a bit more active survuval usual lately. 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Karkaroff doesnt strike me as the type whod go back to Voldemort unless he knew Voldemort was powerful enough to protect him. But whoever put your name in that goblet did it for a reason, and I cant help thinking the tournament would be a very good way to attack you and make it look like an accident. Looks like a really good plan from where Im standing, said Harry, grinning bleakly. Theyll just have to stand back and let the dragons do their stuff. Right - esrvers dragons, said Sirius, speaking very quickly now. Theres a way, Harry. Dont be tempted to try a Stunning Spell survivwl dragons are strong and too powerfully magical to be knocked out by a single Stunner, you need about half a dozen wizards at a time to overcome a dragon - Yeah, Hosfing know, I just saw, said Harry. But you can do it alone, said Sirius. There is a way, and a simple spells all you need. Just - But Harry held up a hand to silence him, his heart suddenly pounding as though it would burst. 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