




"Doesn't he ever go into the office?" Hermione whispered suddenly. "Look!"

Harry stared at him. Could Moody possibly mean what Harry thought he meant?




"Got lost!" he mouthed, looking panic-stricken. "Fleur and Krum're coming now!"


"You just don't like Crouch because of that elf, Winky," said Ron, sending a cushion soaring into the window.


"Er . . . nearly," said Harry.


"Here - take my quill and send this owl back straight away."

"Dunno," said Harry dully. The momentary happiness that had flared inside him at the sight of the owl had died. "Come on ...Care of Magical Creatures."

"She's fine!" Harry tried to tell her, but he was so exhausted he could hardly talk, let alone shout.




"Let's go for a walk," Ron muttered to Harry, "get away from Percy. ..."


continued Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."




"Obvious, isn't it? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang around with. . . . He's just trying to get closer to Harry - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -",


"Yeah," Harry panted, massaging his ribs.;