时间：02-18 来源：转载自澎湃新闻 浏览量：8022
"You fired . . . What are you talking about. . . ?"
Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.
"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"
"You didn't... it - it can't be you. ..."
He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.
"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup. It flew into the air and soared toward him. Harry caught it by the handle -He heard Voldemort s scream of fury at the same moment that he felt the jerk behind his navel that meant the Portkey had worked - it was speeding him away in a whirl of wind and color, and Cedric along with him. . . . They were going back.
"As Minerva and Severus have doubtless told you," said Dumbledore, "we heard Barty Crouch confess. Under the influence of Veritaserum, he told us how he was smuggled out of Azkaban, and how Voldemort - learning of his continued existence from Bertha Jorkins -went to free him from his father and used him to capture Harry. The plan worked, I tell you. Crouch has helped Voldemort to return."
. . You have a streak of pride and independence that might have ruined all.
"You're on," he said. "Come here."
It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experienced; his very bones were on fire; his head was surely splitting along his scar; his eyes were rolling madly in his head; he wanted it to end ... to black out... to die ...
He was still hesitating when a scream shattered the silence.
"Oh!" said Mrs. Weasley "No - of course I didn't!"
Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother's shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.
"Diggory came back to life?" said Sirius sharply.
He wanted Sirius to stay. He did not want to have to say goodbye again so quickly.
Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything Barty Crouch had said. Harry was only half listening. So tired every bone in his body was aching, he wanted nothing more than to sit here, undisturbed, for hours and hours, until he fell asleep and didn't have to think or feel anymore.;
And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.（央视记者 徐海霞）