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"What?" said Harry.
He put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening.
Personally, I would be highly suspicious of anybody who could converse with snakes, as serpents are often used in the worst kinds of Dark Magic, and are historically associated with evildoers." Similarly, "anyone who seeks out the company of such vicious creatures as werewolves and giants would appear to have a fondness for violence."
Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them.
I waited. I could not hurt Potter; my master needed him. Potter ran to get Dumbledore.
There was a silence. Then the Death Eater to the right of Wormtail stepped forward, and Lucius Malfoy's voice spoke from under the mask.
"The dementors are blind. They sensed one healthy, one dying person entering Azkaban.
I wanted Harry Potters blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power thirteen years ago . . . for the lingering protection his mother once gave him would then reside in my veins too. . . .
"The window was open," said Harry. "I opened it to breathe."
"Made a potion . . . got his body back. . . ."
. but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
"And what did your father do with you, when he had got you home?" said Dumbledore quietly.
"Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedrics caught you up on points, are you?"
Then he heard whispering around him.
"He'll be fine," said Madam Pomfrey, giving Harry some pajamas and pulling screens around him. He took off his robes, pulled on the pajamas, and got into bed. Ron, Hermione, Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and the black dog came around the screen and settled themselves in chairs on either side of him. Ron and Hermione were looking at him almost cautiously, as though scared of him.
"Polyjuice Potion, Harry," said Dumbledore. "You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he's well known for it. The imposter needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by, so that he could continue making the potion. You see his hair ..." Dumbledore looked down on the Moody in the trunk. "The imposter has been cutting it off all year, see where it is uneven?。
"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.。