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Bagman
's
whistle
blew
in
the
distance
for
the
third
time
.
All
of
the
champions
were
now
inside
.
Harry
kept
looking
behind
him
.
The
old
feeling
that
he
was
being
watched
was
upon
him
.
The
maze
was
growing
darker
with
every
passing
minute
as
the
sky
overhead
deepened
to
navy
.
He
reached
a
second
fork
.
"
Point
Me
,
"
he
whispered
to
his
wand
,
holding
it
flat
in
his
palm
.
The
wand
spun
around
once
and
pointed
toward
his
right
,
into
solid
hedge
.
That
way
was
north
,
and
he
knew
that
he
needed
to
go
northwest
for
the
center
of
the
maze
.
The
best
he
could
do
was
to
take
the
left
fork
and
go
right
again
as
soon
as
possible
.
The
path
ahead
was
empty
too
,
and
when
Harry
reached
a
right
turn
and
took
it
,
he
again
found
his
way
unblocked
.
Harry
did
n't
know
why
,
but
the
lack
of
obstacles
was
unnerving
him
.
Surely
he
should
have
met
something
by
now
?
It
felt
as
though
the
maze
were
luring
him
into
a
false
sense
of
security
.
Then
he
heard
movement
right
behind
him
.
He
held
out
his
wand
,
ready
to
attack
,
but
its
beam
fell
only
upon
Cedric
,
who
had
just
hurried
out
of
a
path
on
the
right-hand
side
.
Cedric
looked
severely
shaken
.
The
sleeve
of
his
robe
was
smoking
.
"
Hagrid
's
Blast-Ended
Skrewts
!
"
he
hissed
.
"
They
're
enormous
-
I
only
just
got
away
!
"
He
shook
his
head
and
dived
out
of
sight
,
along
another
path
.
Keen
to
put
plenty
of
distance
between
himself
and
the
skrewts
,
Harry
hurried
off
again
.
Then
,
as
he
turned
a
corner
,
he
saw
...
a
dementor
gliding
toward
him
.
Twelve
feet
tall
,
its
face
hidden
by
its
hood
,
its
rotting
,
scabbed
hands
outstretched
,
it
advanced
,
sensing
its
way
blindly
toward
him
.
Harry
could
hear
its
rattling
breath
;
he
felt
clammy
coldness
stealing
over
him
,
but
knew
what
he
had
to
do
...
.
He
summoned
the
happiest
thought
he
could
,
concentrated
with
all
his
might
on
the
thought
of
getting
out
of
the
maze
and
celebrating
with
Ron
and
Hermione
,
raised
his
wand
,
and
cried
,
"
Expecto
Patronum
!
"
A
silver
stag
erupted
from
the
end
of
Harry
's
wand
and
galloped
toward
the
dementor
,
which
fell
back
and
tripped
over
the
hem
of
its
robes
...
.
Harry
had
never
seen
a
dementor
stumble
.
"
Hang
on
!
"
he
shouted
,
advancing
in
the
wake
of
his
silver
Patronus
,
"
You
're
a
boggart
!
Riddikulus
!
"
