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Dumbledore
smiled
at
Harry
,
but
Karkaroff
and
Madame
Maxime
did
n't
look
at
all
pleased
to
see
him
...
.
It
was
obvious
from
the
looks
on
their
faces
that
they
had
thought
he
was
n't
going
to
turn
up
.
Harry
bent
over
,
hands
on
his
knees
,
gasping
for
breath
;
he
had
a
stitch
in
his
side
that
felt
as
though
he
had
a
knife
between
his
ribs
,
but
there
was
no
time
to
get
rid
of
it
;
Ludo
Bagman
was
now
moving
among
the
champions
,
spacing
them
along
the
bank
at
intervals
of
ten
feet
.
Harry
was
on
the
very
end
of
the
line
,
next
to
Krum
,
who
was
wearing
swimming
trunks
and
was
holding
his
wand
ready
.
"
All
right
.
Harry
?
"
Bagman
whispered
as
he
moved
Harry
a
few
feet
farther
away
from
Krum
.
"
Know
what
you
're
going
to
do
?
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Harry
panted
,
massaging
his
ribs
.
Bagman
gave
Harry
's
shoulder
a
quick
squeeze
and
returned
to
the
judges
'
table
;
he
pointed
his
wand
at
his
throat
as
he
had
done
at
the
World
Cup
,
said
,
"
Sonorus
!
"
and
his
voice
boomed
out
across
the
dark
water
toward
the
stands
.
"
Well
,
all
our
champions
are
ready
for
the
second
task
,
which
will
start
on
my
whistle
.
They
have
precisely
an
hour
to
recover
what
has
been
taken
from
them
.
On
the
count
of
three
,
then
.
One
...
two
...
three
!
"
The
whistle
echoed
shrilly
in
the
cold
,
still
air
;
the
stands
erupted
with
cheers
and
applause
;
without
looking
to
see
what
the
other
champions
were
doing
,
Harry
pulled
off
his
shoes
and
socks
,
pulled
the
handful
of
gillyweed
out
of
his
pocket
,
stuffed
it
into
his
mouth
,
and
waded
out
into
the
lake
.
It
was
so
cold
he
felt
the
skin
on
his
legs
searing
as
though
this
were
fire
,
not
icy
water
.
His
sodden
robes
weighed
him
down
as
he
walked
in
deeper
;
now
the
water
was
over
his
knees
,
and
his
rapidly
numbing
feet
were
slipping
over
silt
and
flat
,
slimy
stones
.
He
was
chewing
the
gillyweed
as
hard
and
fast
as
he
could
;
it
felt
unpleasantly
slimy
and
rubbery
,
like
octopus
tentacles
.
Waist-deep
in
the
freezing
water
he
stopped
,
swallowed
,
and
waited
for
something
to
happen
.
He
could
hear
laughter
in
the
crowd
and
knew
he
must
look
stupid
,
walking
into
the
lake
without
showing
any
sign
of
magical
power
.
The
part
of
him
that
was
still
dry
was
covered
in
goose
pimples
;
half
immersed
in
the
icy
water
,
a
cruel
breeze
lifting
his
hair
,
Harry
started
to
shiver
violently
.
He
avoided
looking
at
the
stands
;
the
laughter
was
becoming
louder
,
and
there
were
catcalls
and
jeering
from
the
Slytherins
...
.
Then
,
quite
suddenly
,
Harry
felt
as
though
an
invisible
pillow
had
been
pressed
over
his
mouth
and
nose
.
He
tried
to
draw
breath
,
but
it
made
his
head
spin
;
his
lungs
were
empty
,
and
he
suddenly
felt
a
piercing
pain
on
either
side
of
his
neck
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