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"Dobby must poke Harry Potter, sir, he must wake up!"
Crabbe was sniggering, apparently very pleased with himself.
"Well, they're . . . they're . . ." Ron struggled for words. ". . . not very nice," he finished lamely.
"What's tactless?" said Harry, bewildered.
By the evening before the second task. Harry felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. He was fully aware that even if, by some miracle, he managed to find a suitable spell, he'd have a real job mastering it overnight. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he got to work on the egg's clue sooner? Why had he ever let his mind wander in class - what if a teacher had once mentioned how to breathe underwater?
beetle and looked over the top of the reindeer's antlers, listening. ... He had never heard Hagrid talk about his childhood before.
he said slowly. "Er . . . who could that be?"
Harry leaned backward, trying to avoid Snapes fingertips, but any moment now-"
"That hurts - get off- ouch -"
The entrance hall contained a few last-minute stragglers, all leaving the Great Hall after breakfast and heading through the double oak doors to watch the second task. They stared as Harry flashed past, sending Colin and Dennis Creevey flying as he leapt down the stone steps and out onto the bright, chilly grounds.
"Professor Moody?" he said again. "D'you think... could this have anything to do with .
"Sorry," he said impatiently. "I didn't mean - I just forgot. . ."
"No," Harry said, shrugging. "So what?"
"It was only to make sure you got back inside the time limit!" said Ron. "I hope you didn't waste time down there acting the hero!"
It was so cold he felt the skin on his legs searing as though this were fire, not icy water. His sodden robes weighed him down as he walked in deeper; now the water was over his knees, and his rapidly numbing feet were slipping over silt and flat, slimy stones.
There was no Christmas tea today, as the ball included a feast, so at seven o'clock, when it had become hard to aim properly, the others abandoned their snowball fight and trooped back to the common room. The Fat Lady was sitting in her frame with her friend Violet from downstairs, both of them extremely tipsy, empty boxes of chocolate liqueurs littering the bottom other picture.,