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"
Barking
mad
,
"
said
Ron
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
Harry
,
c
'm
on
,
they
'll
be
putting
up
your
scores
...
.
"
Picking
up
the
golden
egg
and
his
Firebolt
,
feeling
more
elated
than
he
would
have
believed
possible
an
hour
ago
,
Harry
ducked
out
of
the
tent
,
Ron
by
his
side
,
talking
fast
.
"
You
were
the
best
,
you
know
,
no
competition
.
Cedric
did
this
weird
thing
where
he
Transfigured
a
rock
on
the
ground
...
turned
it
into
a
dog
...
he
was
trying
to
make
the
dragon
go
for
the
dog
instead
of
him
.
Well
,
it
was
a
pretty
cool
bit
of
Transfiguration
,
and
it
sort
of
worked
,
because
he
did
get
the
egg
,
but
he
got
burned
as
well
-
the
dragon
changed
its
mind
halfway
through
and
decided
it
would
rather
have
him
than
the
Labrador
;
he
only
just
got
away
.
And
that
Fleur
girl
tried
this
sort
of
charm
,
I
think
she
was
trying
to
put
it
into
a
trance
-
well
,
that
kind
of
worked
too
,
it
went
all
sleepy
,
but
then
it
snored
,
and
this
great
jet
of
flame
shot
out
,
and
her
skirt
caught
fire
-
she
put
it
out
with
a
bit
of
water
out
of
her
wand
.
And
Krum
-
you
wo
n't
believe
this
,
but
he
did
n't
even
think
of
flying
!
He
was
probably
the
best
after
you
,
though
.
Hit
it
with
some
sort
of
spell
right
in
the
eye
.
Only
thing
is
,
it
went
trampling
around
in
agony
and
squashed
half
the
real
eggs
-
they
took
marks
off
for
that
,
he
was
n't
supposed
to
do
any
damage
to
them
.
"
Ron
drew
breath
as
he
and
Harry
reached
the
edge
of
the
enclosure
.
Now
that
the
Horntail
had
been
taken
away
,
Harry
could
see
where
the
five
judges
were
sitting
-
right
at
the
other
end
,
in
raised
seats
draped
in
gold
.
"
It
's
marks
out
of
ten
from
each
one
,
"
Ron
said
,
and
Harry
squinting
up
the
field
,
saw
the
first
judge
-
Madame
Maxime
-
raise
her
wand
in
the
air
.
What
hooked
like
a
long
silver
ribbon
shot
out
of
it
,
which
twisted
itself
into
a
large
figure
eight
.
"
Not
bad
!
"
said
Ron
as
the
crowd
applauded
.
"
I
suppose
she
took
marks
off
for
your
shoulder
...
"
Mr.
Crouch
came
next
.
He
shot
a
number
nine
into
the
air
.
"
Looking
good
!
"
Ron
yelled
,
thumping
Harry
on
the
back
.
Next
,
Dumbledore
.
He
too
put
up
a
nine
.
The
crowd
was
cheering
harder
than
ever
.
