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bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip.
"Potter has another hour of Potions to complete," said Snape coldly. "He will come upstairs when this class is finished."
Dear Sirius, I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting, I was half asleep when I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back, everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels completely normal.
Harry could tell he was trying to sound disdainful, as though what Moody was saying was barely worth his notice, but his hands gave him away; they had balled themselves into fists.
For a split second Harry thought it had worked - George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred - but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers -"
Hagrid sidled into the Hall through a door behind the staff table twenty minutes after the start of the feast. He slid into his seat at the end and waved at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with a very heavily bandaged hand.
"Well. . . no one else got across the Age Line," said Ron. "Not even Fred and George.
Hagrid's smile faded off his face.
champion, what the tournament would involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from themselves.
One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh.
Harry thought briefly of Dumbledore's insistence that nobody under seventeen should submit their name, but then the wonderful picture of himself winning the Triwizard Tournament filled his mind again. .. . He wondered how angry Dumbledore would be if someone younger than seventeen did find a way to get over the Age Line.
"Yeah?" said Ron, and there was no trace of a grin, forced or otherwise, on his face now.
"Antidotes!" said Snape, looking around at them all, his cold black eyes glittering unpleasantly. "You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then, we will be selecting someone on whom to test one. . ."
A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.
Was anyone except Ron and Hermione going to believe him, or would they all think he'd put himself in for the tournament? Yet how could anyone think that, when he was facing competitors who'd had three years' more magical education than he had - when he was now facing tasks that not only sounded very dangerous, but which were to be performed in front of hundreds of people? Yes, he'd thought about it. . . he'd fantasized about it..,