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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
"Master Barty, you bad boy!" whispered Winky, tears trickling between her fingers.
Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow; he had forgotten to worry about that evening's task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.
"Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . ."
"Of course," said Professor McGonagall. She looked slightly nauseous, as though she had just watched someone being sick. However, when she drew out her wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch, her hand was quite steady.
"Should we leave him here?" Cedric muttered.
Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.
"Feeling all right. Harry?" Bagman asked as they went down the stone steps onto the grounds. "Confident?"
One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemorts wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve . . . but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemort s wand . . . and slowly . . . very slowly ... it moved along the golden thread ... it trembled for a moment. . . and then it connected. . . .
"That will do," said Voldemort.
Utterly perplexed. Harry got up. The Dursleys couldn't possibly be here, could they? He walked across the Hall and opened the door into the chamber.
Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself, and fell lightly onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him.
Perhaps another little dose of pain?"
"The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."
"Do it now," whispered his father's voice, "be ready to run . . . do it now. ..."