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"Cedric?" said Ron blankly as Ernie hurried off.
"I haven't got a clue what this lot's supposed to mean," he said, staring down at a long list of calculations.
"The what?" Harry muttered.
Both of them stared just as blankly back.
"He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch,"
Harry was feeling really annoyed now. How on earth was he to know how his parents would feel if they were alive? He could feel Rita Skeeter watching him very intently.
He could understand the Hufflepuffs' attitude, even if he didn't like it; they had their own champion to support. He expected nothing less than vicious insults from the Slytherins - he was highly unpopular there and always had been, because he had helped Gryffindor beat them so often, both at Quidditch and in the Inter-House Championship.
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and Hermione began doling beef casserole onto each of their plates.
"The Daily Prophet, I think!"
Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.
Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
"Oh hello," he said, his voice much higher than usual. "Interesting lesson, wasn't it?
"Can you remember your parents at all?" said Rita Skeeter, talking over him.
"Ah. . . okay," said Cedric. Harry could tell Cedric didn't believe him. "Well . . .
Harry got a shock to find himself facing the Fat Lady already. He had barely noticed where his feet were carrying him. It was also a surprise to see that she was not alone in her frame. The wizened witch who had flitted into her neighbor's painting when he had joined the champions downstairs was now sitting smugly beside the Fat Lady. She must have dashed through every picture lining seven staircases to reach here before him. Both she and the Fat Lady were looking down at him with the keenest interest.
Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman.",
"Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will.。