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For
a
moment
,
Cedric
looked
as
though
he
could
n't
believe
his
ears
;
then
his
face
split
in
a
grin
.
"
You
're
on
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
here
.
"
He
grabbed
Harry
's
arm
below
the
shoulder
and
helped
Harry
limp
toward
the
plinth
where
the
cup
stood
.
When
they
had
reached
it
,
they
both
held
a
hand
out
over
one
of
the
cup
's
gleaming
handles
.
"
On
three
,
right
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
One
-
two
-
three
-
"
He
and
Cedric
both
grasped
a
handle
.
Instantly
,
Harry
felt
a
jerk
somewhere
behind
his
navel
.
His
feet
had
left
the
ground
.
He
could
not
unclench
the
hand
holding
the
Triwizard
Cup
;
it
was
pulling
him
onward
in
a
howl
of
wind
and
swirling
color
,
Cedric
at
his
side
.
Harry
felt
his
feet
slam
into
the
ground
;
his
injured
leg
gave
way
,
and
he
fell
forward
;
his
hand
let
go
of
the
Triwizard
Cup
at
last
.
He
raised
his
head
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
he
said
.
Cedric
shook
his
head
.
He
got
up
,
pulled
Harry
to
his
feet
,
and
they
looked
around
.
They
had
left
the
Hogwarts
grounds
completely
;
they
had
obviously
traveled
miles
-
perhaps
hundreds
of
miles
-
for
even
the
mountains
surrounding
the
castle
were
gone
.
They
were
standing
instead
in
a
dark
and
overgrown
graveyard
;
the
black
outline
of
a
small
church
was
visible
beyond
a
large
yew
tree
to
their
right
.
A
hill
rose
above
them
to
their
left
.
Harry
could
just
make
out
the
outline
of
a
fine
old
house
on
the
hillside
.
