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He
'd
have
been
really
hooking
forward
to
it
,
watching
them
do
whatever
it
was
...
cheering
on
Cedric
with
everyone
else
,
safe
in
a
seat
at
the
back
of
the
stands
...
He
wondered
how
the
other
champions
were
feeling
.
Every
time
he
had
seen
Cedric
lately
,
he
had
been
surrounded
by
admirers
and
looking
nervous
but
excited
.
Harry
glimpsed
Fleur
Delacour
from
time
to
time
in
the
corridors
;
she
looked
exactly
as
she
always
did
,
haughty
and
unruffled
.
And
Krum
just
sat
in
the
library
,
poring
over
books
.
Harry
thought
of
Sirius
,
and
the
tight
,
tense
knot
in
his
chest
seemed
to
ease
slightly
.
He
would
be
speaking
to
him
in
just
over
twelve
hours
,
for
tonight
was
the
night
they
were
meeting
at
the
common
room
fire
-
assuming
nothing
went
wrong
,
as
everything
else
had
done
lately
...
"
Look
,
it
's
Hagrid
!
"
said
Hermione
.
The
back
of
Hagrid
's
enormous
shaggy
head
-
he
had
mercifully
abandoned
his
bunches
-
emerged
over
the
crowd
.
Harry
wondered
why
he
had
n't
spotted
him
at
once
,
as
Hagrid
was
so
large
,
but
standing
up
carefully
,
he
saw
that
Hagrid
had
been
leaning
low
,
talking
to
Professor
Moody
.
Hagrid
had
his
usual
enormous
tankard
in
front
of
him
,
but
Moody
was
drinking
from
his
hip
flask
.
Madam
Rosmerta
,
the
pretty
landlady
,
did
n't
seem
to
think
much
of
this
;
she
was
looking
askance
at
Moody
as
she
collected
glasses
from
tables
around
them
.
Perhaps
she
thought
it
was
an
insult
to
her
mulled
mead
,
but
Harry
knew
better
.
Moody
had
told
them
all
during
their
last
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
lesson
that
he
preferred
to
prepare
his
own
food
and
drink
at
all
times
,
as
it
was
so
easy
for
Dark
wizards
to
poison
an
unattended
cup
.
As
Harry
watched
,
he
saw
Hagrid
and
Moody
get
up
to
leave
.
He
waved
,
then
remembered
that
Hagrid
could
n't
see
him
.
Moody
,
however
,
paused
,
his
magical
eye
on
the
corner
where
Harry
was
standing
.
He
tapped
Hagrid
in
the
small
of
the
back
(
being
unable
to
reach
his
shoulder
)
,
muttered
something
to
him
,
and
then
the
pair
of
them
made
their
way
back
across
the
pub
toward
Harry
and
Hermione
's
table
.
"
All
right
,
Hermione
?
"
said
Hagrid
loudly
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
Hermione
,
smiling
back
.
Moody
limped
around
the
table
and
bent
down
;
Harry
thought
he
was
reading
the
S.
P.
E.
W.
notebook
,
until
he
muttered
,
"
Nice
cloak
,
Potter
.
"
