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Think
,
he
told
himself
,
as
all
the
blood
rushed
to
his
head
,
think
...
But
not
one
of
the
spells
he
had
practiced
had
been
designed
to
combat
a
sudden
reversal
of
ground
and
sky
.
Did
he
dare
move
his
foot
?
He
could
hear
the
blood
pounding
in
his
ears
.
He
had
two
choices
-
try
and
move
,
or
send
up
red
sparks
,
and
get
rescued
and
disqualified
from
the
task
.
He
shut
his
eyes
,
so
he
would
n't
be
able
to
see
the
view
of
endless
space
below
him
,
and
pulled
his
right
foot
as
hard
as
he
could
away
from
the
grassy
ceiling
.
Immediately
,
the
world
righted
itself
.
Harry
fell
forward
onto
his
knees
onto
the
wonderfully
solid
ground
.
He
felt
temporarily
limp
with
shock
.
He
took
a
deep
,
steadying
breath
,
then
got
up
again
and
hurried
forward
,
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
as
he
ran
away
from
the
golden
mist
,
which
twinkled
innocently
at
him
in
the
moonlight
.
He
paused
at
a
junction
of
two
paths
and
looked
around
for
some
sign
of
Fleur
.
He
was
sure
it
had
been
she
who
had
screamed
.
What
had
she
met
?
Was
she
all
right
?
There
was
no
sign
of
red
sparks
-
did
that
mean
she
had
got
herself
out
of
trouble
,
or
was
she
in
such
trouble
that
she
could
n't
reach
her
wand
?
Harry
took
the
right
fork
with
a
feeling
of
increasing
unease
...
but
at
the
same
time
,
he
could
n't
help
thinking
.
One
champion
down
...
The
cup
was
somewhere
close
by
,
and
it
sounded
as
though
Fleur
was
no
longer
in
the
running
.
He
'd
got
this
far
,
had
n't
he
?
What
if
he
actually
managed
to
win
?
Fleetingly
,
and
for
the
first
time
since
he
'd
found
himself
champion
,
he
saw
again
that
image
of
himself
,
raising
the
Triwizard
Cup
in
front
of
the
rest
of
the
school
...
.
He
met
nothing
for
ten
minutes
,
but
kept
running
into
dead
ends
.
Twice
he
took
the
same
wrong
turning
.
Finally
,
he
found
a
new
route
and
started
to
jog
along
it
,
his
wandlight
waving
,
making
his
shadow
flicker
and
distort
on
the
hedge
walls
.
Then
he
rounded
another
corner
and
found
himself
facing
a
Blast-Ended
Skrewt
.
Cedric
was
right
-
it
was
enormous
.
Ten
feet
long
,
it
looked
more
like
a
giant
scorpion
than
anything
.
Its
long
sting
was
curled
over
its
back
.
Its
thick
armor
glinted
in
the
light
from
Harry
's
wand
,
which
he
pointed
at
it
.
"
Stupefy
!
"
The
spell
hit
the
skrewt
's
armor
and
rebounded
;
Harry
ducked
just
in
time
,
but
could
smell
burning
hair
;
it
had
singed
the
top
of
his
head
.
The
skrewt
issued
a
blast
of
fire
from
its
end
and
flew
forward
toward
him
.
