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"I'll talk to you after my lesson, Karkaroff," Snape muttered, but Karkaroff interrupted him.
"D'you - d'you know why my scar's hurting me?"
Harry looked into Dumbledore's light blue eyes, and the thing he really wanted to know spilled out of his mouth before he could stop it.
"Hermione's obsessed with house-elfs," Ron muttered to Sirius, casting Hermione a dark look. Sirius, however, looked interested.
"Yes, and that doesn't make sense at all," said Sirius.
"These names are?" said Mr. Crouch sharply.
"Get up, Mr. Crouch," said Harry loudly and clearly. "Get up, I'll take you to Dumbledore!"
But Dumbledore didn't move or speak. He ignored Harry completely. Like every other
Harry pulled open his bag and handed over the bundle of chicken legs and bread.
There was a bleak and forbidding air about the place; there were no pictures on the walls, no decorations at all; just these serried rows of benches, rising in levels all around the room, all positioned so that they had a clear view of that chair with the chains on its arms.
"It woke me up, it hurt so badly."
But Sirius held up a hand to silence Ron.
"Then Mr. Crouch's son might not have been involved?" said Harry slowly.
No one spoke for a moment. Then -"
She looked down the list they had made in the library.
Dumbledore's office gave an almighty lurch - Harry was thrown forward and pitched headfirst into the substance inside the basin -But his head did not hit the stone bottom. He was falling through something icy-cold and black; it was like being sucked into a dark whirlpool -And suddenly, Harry found himself sitting on a bench at the end of the room inside the basin, a bench raised high above the others. He looked up at the high stone ceiling, expecting to see the circular window through which he had just been staring, but there was nothing there but dark, solid stone.,