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"
Thanks
,
"
said
Harry
,
in
a
flat
,
distant
voice
.
She
left
him
at
the
entrance
of
the
tent
.
Harry
went
inside
.
Fleur
Delacour
was
sitting
in
a
corner
on
a
how
wooden
stool
.
She
did
n't
look
nearly
as
composed
as
usual
,
but
rather
pale
and
clammy
.
Viktor
Krum
looked
even
surlier
than
usual
,
which
Harry
supposed
was
his
way
of
showing
nerves
.
Cedric
was
pacing
up
and
down
.
When
Harry
entered
,
Cedric
gave
him
a
small
smile
,
which
Harry
returned
,
feeling
the
muscles
in
his
face
working
rather
hard
,
as
though
they
had
forgotten
how
to
do
it
.
"
Harry
!
Good-o
!
"
said
Bagman
happily
,
looking
around
at
him
.
"
Come
in
,
come
in
,
make
yourself
at
home
!
"
Bagman
looked
somehow
like
a
slightly
overblown
cartoon
figure
,
standing
amid
all
the
pale-faced
champions
.
He
was
wearing
his
old
Wasp
robes
again
.
"
Well
,
now
we
're
all
here
-
time
to
fill
you
in
!
"
said
Bagman
brightly
.
"
When
the
audience
has
assembled
,
I
'm
going
to
be
offering
each
of
you
this
bag
"
-
he
held
up
a
small
sack
of
purple
silk
and
shook
it
at
them
-
"
from
which
you
will
each
select
a
small
model
of
the
thing
you
are
about
to
face
!
There
are
different
-
er
-
varieties
,
you
see
.
And
I
have
to
tell
you
something
else
too
...
ah
,
yes
...
your
task
is
to
collect
the
golden
egg
!
"
Harry
glanced
around
.
Cedric
had
nodded
once
,
to
show
that
he
understood
Bagman
's
words
,
and
then
started
pacing
around
the
tent
again
;
he
looked
slightly
green
.
Fleur
Delacour
and
Krum
had
n't
reacted
at
all
.
Perhaps
they
thought
they
might
be
sick
if
they
opened
their
mouths
;
that
was
certainly
how
Harry
felt
.
But
they
,
at
least
,
had
volunteered
for
this
...
And
in
no
time
at
all
,
hundreds
upon
hundreds
of
pairs
of
feet
could
be
heard
passing
the
tent
,
their
owners
talking
excitedly
,
laughing
,
joking
...
.
Harry
felt
as
separate
from
the
crowd
as
though
they
were
a
different
species
.
And
then
-
it
seemed
like
about
a
second
later
to
Harry
-
Bagman
was
opening
the
neck
of
the
purple
silk
sack
.
"
Ladies
first
,
"
he
said
,
offering
it
to
Fleur
Delacour
.
She
put
a
shaking
hand
inside
the
bag
and
drew
out
a
tiny
,
perfect
model
of
a
dragon
-
a
Welsh
Green
.
It
had
the
number
two
around
its
neck
And
Harry
knew
,
by
the
fact
that
Fleur
showed
no
sign
of
surprise
,
but
rather
a
determined
resignation
,
that
he
had
been
right
:
Madame
Maxime
had
told
her
what
was
coming
.
