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"Thanks," said Harry, grinning broadly and suddenly feeling much taller himself. "I saw you at the Quidditch World Cup. The Wronski Feint, you really -"
Hermione was looking uncomfortable now.
Percy's really ambitious, you know. ..."
"Well, we know what to get you next Christmas," said Hermione brightly. Then, when Ron continued to look gloomy, she said, "Come on, Ron, it could be worse. At least your fingers aren't full of pus." Hermione was having a lot of difficulty managing her knife and fork, her fingers were so stiff and swollen. "I hate that Skeeter woman!" she burst out savagely. "I'll get her back for this if it's the last thing I do!"
"Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"
Snape's face was swimming on the surface again. Dumbledore glanced down into it, and then up at Harry.
"Hagrid, no!" Dumbledore shouted, his eyes flashing.
Sirius "Who's he, to lecture me about being out-of-bounds?" said Harry in mild indignation as he folded up Sirius's letter and put it inside his robes. "After all the stuff he did at school!"
They climbed the steps into the entrance hall and went into the Great Hall for lunch.
Harry said nothing. He turned back to his ginger roots once more, picked up his knife, and started slicing them again. He didn't like the sound of that Truth Potion at all, nor would he put it past Snape to slip him some. He repressed a shudder at the thought of what might come spilling out of his mouth if Snape did it... quite apart from landing a whole lot of people in trouble - Hermione and Dobby for a start - there were all the other things he was concealing . . . like the fact that he was in contact with Sirius . .
"Yeah, but Bagman didn't pass information on purpose, did he?"
"Right," said Harry hastily, staring at the contents of the Pensieve again, which were swirling more slowly now that Dumbledore had stopped adding thoughts. "And ... er ..."
"I see two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge. "Either Crouch has finally cracked -more than likely, I'm sure you'll agree, given his personal history - lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere -"
George carried the barn owl over to the window and it took off. George turned around and grinned at Ron.
"Why, yes ... there was Rosier," said Karkaroff hurriedly. "Evan Rosier."