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"
Out
of
the
way
,
Arthur
,
"
said
a
cold
,
curt
voice
.
It
was
Mr.
Crouch
.
He
and
the
other
Ministry
wizards
were
closing
in
on
them
.
Harry
got
to
his
feet
to
face
them
.
Mr.
Crouch
's
face
was
taut
with
rage
.
"
Which
of
you
did
it
?
"
he
snapped
,
his
sharp
eyes
darting
between
them
.
"
Which
of
you
conjured
the
Dark
Mark
?
"
"
We
did
n't
do
that
!
"
said
Harry
,
gesturing
up
at
the
skull
.
"
We
did
n't
do
anything
!
"
said
Ron
,
who
was
rubbing
his
elbow
and
looking
indignantly
at
his
father
.
"
What
did
you
want
to
attack
us
for
?
"
"
Do
not
lie
,
sir
!
"
shouted
Mr.
Crouch
.
His
wand
was
still
pointing
directly
at
Ron
,
and
his
eyes
were
popping
-
he
looked
slightly
mad
.
"
You
have
been
discovered
at
the
scene
of
the
crime
!
"
"
Barty
,
"
whispered
a
witch
in
a
long
woolen
dressing
gown
,
"
they
're
kids
,
Barty
,
they
'd
never
have
been
able
to
-
"
"
Where
did
the
Mark
come
from
,
you
three
?
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
quickly
.
"
Over
there
,
"
said
Hermione
shakily
,
pointing
at
the
place
where
they
had
heard
the
voice
.
"
There
was
someone
behind
the
trees
...
they
shouted
words
-
an
incantation
-
"
