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Harry felt both stupid and annoyed. It was all very well for Ron; he'd been asleep, he hadn't felt how eerie it was down in the lake, surrounded by spear-carrying merpeople who'd looked more than capable of murder.
There's nothing there, Snape!" barked Moody, "but I'll be happy to tell the headmaster how quickly your mind jumped to Harry Potter!"
"Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it,"
He gave a short, booming laugh.
"Anuzzer what, precisely?" said Madame Maxime, her tone icy.
"So ... anyway . . . enough abou' me. What about you? Which side you got it on?"
he had to ...
Harry had swallowed a considerable amount of bubbles in shock. He stood up, sputtering, and saw the ghost of a very glum-looking girl sitting cross-legged on top of one of the taps. It was Moaning Myrtle, who was usually to be heard sobbing in the S-bend of a toilet three floors below.
continued Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."
"Of course not," Snape snapped. "I heard banging and wailing -"
"Look at this!" Harry snarled, and he shoved the Daily Prophet article under Hermione's nose.
"'Lo," he said in a very hoarse voice.
"Looking for Crouch, according to Bagman," said Harry. "He's still ill. Hasn't been into work."
Lying to Hagrid wasn't quite like lying to anyone else. Harry went back to the castle later that afternoon with Ron and Hermione, unable to banish the image of the happy expression on Hagrid's whiskery face as he had imagined Harry winning the tournament.
They left; many people were staring at them as they went. Harry glanced back as they reached the door. Rita Skeeter's Quick-Quotes Quill was out; it was zooming backward and forward over a piece of parchment on the table.