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Harry
nodded
.
A
kind
of
numbness
and
a
sense
of
complete
unreality
were
upon
him
,
but
he
did
not
care
;
he
was
even
glad
of
it
.
He
did
n't
want
to
have
to
think
about
anything
that
had
happened
since
he
had
first
touched
the
Triwizard
Cup
.
He
did
n't
want
to
have
to
examine
the
memories
,
fresh
and
sharp
as
photographs
,
which
kept
flashing
across
his
mind
.
Mad-Eye
Moody
,
inside
the
trunk
.
Wormtail
,
slumped
on
the
ground
,
cradling
his
stump
of
an
arm
.
Voldemort
,
rising
from
the
steaming
cauldron
.
Cedric
...
dead
...
Cedric
,
asking
to
be
returned
to
his
parents
...
.
"
Professor
,
"
Harry
mumbled
,
"
where
are
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Diggory
?
"
"
They
are
with
Professor
Sprout
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
His
voice
,
which
had
been
so
calm
throughout
the
interrogation
of
Barty
Crouch
,
shook
very
slightly
for
the
first
time
.
"
She
was
Head
of
Cedric
's
house
,
and
knew
him
best
.
"
They
had
reached
the
stone
gargoyle
.
Dumbledore
gave
the
password
,
it
sprang
aside
,
and
he
and
Harry
went
up
the
moving
spiral
staircase
to
the
oak
door
.
Dumbledore
pushed
it
open
.
Sirius
was
standing
there
.
His
face
was
white
and
gaunt
as
it
had
been
when
he
had
escaped
Azkaban
.
In
one
swift
moment
,
he
had
crossed
the
room
.
"
Harry
,
are
you
all
right
?
I
knew
it
-
I
knew
something
like
this
-
what
happened
?
"
His
hands
shook
as
he
helped
Harry
into
a
chair
in
front
of
the
desk
.
"
What
happened
?
"
he
asked
more
urgently
.
Dumbledore
began
to
tell
Sirius
everything
Barty
Crouch
had
said
.
Harry
was
only
half
listening
.
So
tired
every
bone
in
his
body
was
aching
,
he
wanted
nothing
more
than
to
sit
here
,
undisturbed
,
for
hours
and
hours
,
until
he
fell
asleep
and
did
n't
have
to
think
or
feel
anymore
.
There
was
a
soft
rush
of
wings
.
