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"
Oh
dear
,
"
said
Hermione
as
she
spotted
Winky
.
Harry
looked
over
at
the
fireplace
too
.
Winky
was
sitting
on
the
same
stool
as
last
time
,
but
she
had
allowed
herself
to
become
so
filthy
that
she
was
not
immediately
distinguishable
from
the
smoke-blackened
brick
behind
her
.
Her
clothes
were
ragged
and
unwashed
.
She
was
clutching
a
bottle
of
butterbeer
and
swaying
slightly
on
her
stool
,
staring
into
the
fire
.
As
they
watched
her
,
she
gave
an
enormous
hiccup
.
"
Winky
is
getting
through
six
bottles
a
day
now
,
"
Dobby
whispered
to
Harry
.
"
Well
,
it
's
not
strong
,
that
stuff
,
"
Harry
said
.
But
Dobby
shook
his
head
.
"
'
Tis
strong
for
a
house-elf
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
Winky
hiccuped
again
.
The
elves
who
had
brought
the
eclairs
gave
her
disapproving
looks
as
they
returned
to
work
.
"
Winky
is
pining
,
Harry
Potter
,
"
Dobby
whispered
sadly
.
"
Winky
wants
to
go
home
.
Winky
still
thinks
Mr.
Crouch
is
her
master
,
sir
,
and
nothing
Dobby
says
will
persuade
her
that
Professor
Dumbledore
is
her
master
now
.
"
"
Hey
,
Winky
,
"
said
Harry
,
struck
by
a
sudden
inspiration
,
walking
over
to
her
,
and
bending
down
,
"
you
do
n't
know
what
Mr.
Crouch
might
be
up
to
,
do
you
?
Because
he
's
stopped
turning
up
to
judge
the
Triwizard
Tournament
.
"
Winky
's
eyes
flickered
.
Her
enormous
pupils
focused
on
Harry
.
She
swayed
slightly
again
and
then
said
,
"
M
-
Master
is
stopped
-
hic
-
coming
?
"
