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When
the
bell
finally
rang
,
they
hurried
out
into
the
corridors
toward
the
Dark
Arts
classroom
and
found
Professor
Moody
leaving
it
.
He
looked
as
tired
as
they
felt
.
The
eyelid
of
his
normal
eye
was
drooping
,
giving
his
face
an
even
more
lopsided
appearance
than
usual
.
"
Professor
Moody
?
"
Harry
called
as
they
made
their
way
toward
him
through
the
crowd
.
"
Hello
,
Potter
,
"
growled
Moody
.
His
magical
eye
followed
a
couple
of
passing
first
years
,
who
sped
up
,
looking
nervous
;
it
rolled
into
the
back
of
Moody
's
head
and
watched
them
around
the
corner
before
he
spoke
again
.
"
Come
in
here
.
"
He
stood
back
to
let
them
into
his
empty
classroom
,
limped
in
after
them
,
and
closed
the
door
.
"
Did
you
find
him
?
"
Harry
asked
without
preamble
.
"
Mr.
Crouch
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Moody
.
He
moved
over
to
his
desk
,
sat
down
,
stretched
out
his
wooden
leg
with
a
slight
groan
,
and
pulled
out
his
hip
flask
.
"
Did
you
use
the
map
?
"
Harry
said
.
"
Of
course
,
"
said
Moody
,
taking
a
swig
from
his
flask
.
"
Took
a
leaf
out
of
your
book
,
Potter
.
Summoned
it
from
my
office
into
the
forest
.
He
was
n't
anywhere
on
there
.
"
"
So
he
did
Disapparate
?
"
said
Ron
.
