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His eyes gazed into Harry's and it was almost as though an invisible beam of understanding shot between them.
He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had let me acquire a wand. She had almost let me escape."
Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father's body. He became a
"No," said Harry. "I reckon we should send up red sparks. Someone'll come and collect him . . . otherwise he'll probably be eaten by a skrewt."
Voldemort smiled his terrible smile, his red eyes blank and pitiless.
"And what became of Wormtail after you attacked Moody?" said Dumbledore.
A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams. ... He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would pass. . . .
he didn't want that bundle opened....
"He was a real wizard, then?" the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. "Killed me, that one did. . . . You fight him, boy. . . ."
"He forgave them, then?" he said. "The Death Eaters who went free? The ones who escaped Azkaban?"
He and Cedric both grasped a handle.
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second.
anything. . .
He stepped into the office, placed a foot underneath Moodys unconscious body, and kicked him over onto his back, so that his face was visible. Snape followed him, looking into the Foe-Glass, where his own face was still visible, glaring into the room. Professor McGonagall went straight to Harry.
Harry nodded. A kind of numbness and a sense of complete unreality were upon him, but he did not care; he was even glad of it. He didn't want to have to think about anything that had happened since he had first touched the Triwizard Cup. He didn't want to have to examine the memories, fresh and sharp as photographs, which kept flashing across his mind. Mad-Eye Moody, inside the trunk. Wormtail, slumped on the ground, cradling his stump of an arm. Voldemort, rising from the steaming cauldron. Cedric. . . dead . . .