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Harry
was
able
to
answer
that
at
once
.
Yes
,
someone
wanted
him
dead
,
someone
had
wanted
him
dead
ever
since
he
had
been
a
year
old
...
Lord
Voldemort
.
But
how
could
Voldemort
have
ensured
that
Harry
's
name
got
into
the
Goblet
of
Fire
?
Voldemort
was
supposed
to
be
far
away
,
in
some
distant
country
,
in
hiding
,
alone
...
feeble
and
powerless
...
.
Yet
in
that
dream
he
had
had
,
just
before
he
had
awoken
with
his
scar
hurting
,
Voldemort
had
not
been
alone
...
he
had
been
talking
to
Wormtail
...
plotting
Harry
's
murder
...
.
Harry
got
a
shock
to
find
himself
facing
the
Fat
Lady
already
.
He
had
barely
noticed
where
his
feet
were
carrying
him
.
It
was
also
a
surprise
to
see
that
she
was
not
alone
in
her
frame
.
The
wizened
witch
who
had
flitted
into
her
neighbor
's
painting
when
he
had
joined
the
champions
downstairs
was
now
sitting
smugly
beside
the
Fat
Lady
.
She
must
have
dashed
through
every
picture
lining
seven
staircases
to
reach
here
before
him
.
Both
she
and
the
Fat
Lady
were
looking
down
at
him
with
the
keenest
interest
.
"
Well
,
well
,
well
,
"
said
the
Fat
Lady
,
"
Violet
's
just
told
me
everything
.
Who
's
just
been
chosen
as
school
champion
,
then
?
"
"
Balderdash
,
"
said
Harry
dully
.
"
It
most
certainly
is
n't
!
"
said
the
pale
witch
indignantly
.
"
No
,
no
,
Vi
,
it
's
the
password
,
"
said
the
Fat
Lady
soothingly
,
and
she
swung
forward
on
her
hinges
to
let
Harry
into
the
common
room
.
The
blast
of
noise
that
met
Harry
's
ears
when
the
portrait
opened
almost
knocked
him
backward
.
Next
thing
he
knew
,
he
was
being
wrenched
inside
the
common
room
by
about
a
dozen
pairs
of
hands
,
and
was
facing
the
whole
of
Gryffindor
House
,
all
of
whom
were
screaming
,
applauding
,
and
whistling
.
"
You
should
've
told
us
you
'd
entered
!
"
bellowed
Fred
;
he
looked
half
annoyed
,
half
deeply
impressed
.
