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"What were you doing out of your dormitory at four in the morning?" said Bill, surveying his mother with amazement.
He and Cedric both grasped a handle.
"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva -" Cornelius Fudge was saying loudly.
"A little break," said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "a little pause . . . That hurt, didn't it. Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"
appalled to speak.
Then he heard whispering around him.
Harry approached it cautiously, pointing the wand's beam at it. This looked like some kind of enchantment. He wondered whether he might be able to blast it out of the way.
More screams of pain from the wand . . . and then something else emerged from its tip ...
"The wands connected?" he said, looking from Harry to Dumbledore. "Why?"
But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron.
I won't do it, I won't say it. ...
Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eater lay flat upon the ground, gasping.
The foggy shapes in the Foe-Glass were sharpening, had become more distinct. Harry could see the outlines of three people over Moody's shoulder, moving closer and closer. But Moody wasn't watching them. His magical eye was upon Harry.
Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before . . . and then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.