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"No," said Harry. "I reckon we should send up red sparks. Someone'll come and collect him . . . otherwise he'll probably be eaten by a skrewt."
"No," said Cedric.
"Oh . . . okay," said Ron. "Couldn't remember all the goblin rebels' names, so I invented a few. It's all right," he said, helping himself to a Cornish pasty, while Mrs. Weasley looked stern, "they're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard."
"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them.
"An old man," Harry said, his throat still constricted. "Bertha Jorkins. And . . ."
"Wormtail returned to care for my master, in my father's house, and to keep watch over my father."
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.
"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years. . . thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday, we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"
"Oh yeah," said Harry, who had met Sir Cadogan the previous year.
"No, my Lord . . . never, my Lord . . ."
He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had let me acquire a wand. She had almost let me escape."
"Minerva, could I ask you to stand guard here while I take Harry upstairs?"
He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side.
Harry realized what Wormtail was about to do a second before it happened - he closed his eyes as tightly as he could, but he could not block the scream that pierced the night, that went through Harry as though he had been stabbed with the dagger too. He heard something fall to the ground, heard Wormtail's anguished panting, then a sickening splash, as something was dropped into the cauldron. Harry couldn't stand to look . . .
Just answer no. . . .