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Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He didn't need the punch on the arm Ron gave him, or the hiss in his ear, to recognize that profile.
Meanwhile Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century. Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms.
"What are you on about?" said Ron, though Harry thought he knew what was coming.
"Dumbly-dort," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"
"Maybe someone's hoping Potter is going to die for it," said Moody, with the merest trace of a growl.
"I've just realized - I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. yet!" she said brightly.
Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.
"How, then? Broomsticks?" Harry suggested, looking up at the starry sky.
"Hope it's Angelina," said Fred as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down.
"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"
Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do. . .
"Take this thing for a walk?" he repeated in disgust, staring into one of the boxes.
"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"Yeah, you will be," said Ron darkly, "we're seeing the skrewts again on Monday. Okay, Tuesday, I'll. . . erm. .
"Look like they're havin' fun, don' they?" Hagrid said happily. Harry assumed he was talking about the skrewts, because his classmates certainly weren't; every now and then, with an alarming bang, one of the skrewts' ends would explode, causing it to shoot forward several yards, and more than one person was being dragged along on their stomach, trying desperately to get back on their feet.,