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"
You
are
no
son
of
mine
!
"
bellowed
Mr.
Crouch
,
his
eyes
bulging
suddenly
.
"
I
have
no
son
!
"
The
wispy
witch
beside
him
gave
a
great
gasp
and
slumped
in
her
seat
.
She
had
fainted
.
Crouch
appeared
not
to
have
noticed
.
"
Take
them
away
!
"
Crouch
roared
at
the
dementors
,
spit
flying
from
his
mouth
.
"
Take
them
away
,
and
may
they
rot
there
!
"
"
Father
!
Father
,
I
was
n't
involved
!
No
!
No
!
Father
,
please
!
"
"
I
think
.
Harry
,
it
is
time
to
return
to
my
office
,
"
said
a
quiet
voice
in
Harry
's
ear
.
Harry
started
.
He
looked
around
.
Then
he
looked
on
his
other
side
.
There
was
an
Albus
Dumbledore
sitting
on
his
right
,
watching
Crouch
's
son
being
dragged
away
by
the
dementors
-
and
there
was
an
Albus
Dumbledore
on
his
left
,
looking
right
at
him
.
"
Come
,
"
said
the
Dumbledore
on
his
left
,
and
he
put
his
hand
under
Harry
's
elbow
.
Harry
felt
himself
rising
into
the
air
;
the
dungeon
dissolved
around
him
;
for
a
moment
,
all
was
blackness
,
and
then
he
felt
as
though
he
had
done
a
slow-motion
somersault
,
suddenly
landing
flat
on
his
feet
,
in
what
seemed
like
the
dazzling
light
of
Dumbledore
's
sunlit
office
.
The
stone
basin
was
shimmering
in
the
cabinet
in
front
of
him
,
and
Albus
Dumbledore
was
standing
beside
him
.
"
Professor
,
"
Harry
gasped
,
"
I
know
I
should
n't
've
-
I
did
n't
mean
-
the
cabinet
door
was
sort
of
open
and
-
"
