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"
I
am
,
"
said
Snape
.
He
looked
slightly
paler
than
usual
,
and
his
cold
,
black
eyes
glittered
strangely
.
"
Then
good
luck
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
and
he
watched
,
with
a
trace
of
apprehension
on
his
face
,
as
Snape
swept
wordlessly
after
Sirius
.
It
was
several
minutes
before
Dumbledore
spoke
again
.
"
I
must
go
downstairs
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
I
must
see
the
Diggory
's
.
Harry
-
take
the
rest
of
your
potion
.
I
will
see
all
of
you
later
.
"
Harry
slumped
back
against
his
pillows
as
Dumbledore
disappeared
.
Hermione
,
Ron
,
and
Mrs.
Weasley
were
all
looking
at
him
.
None
of
them
spoke
for
a
very
long
time
.
"
You
've
got
to
take
the
rest
of
your
potion
.
Harry
,
"
Mrs.
Weasley
said
at
last
.
Her
hand
nudged
the
sack
of
gold
on
his
bedside
cabinet
as
she
reached
for
the
bottle
and
the
goblet
.
"
You
have
a
good
long
sleep
.
Try
and
think
about
something
else
for
a
while
...
think
about
what
you
're
going
to
buy
with
your
winnings
!
"
"
I
do
n't
want
that
gold
,
"
said
Harry
in
an
expressionless
voice
.
"
You
have
it
.
Anyone
can
have
it
.
I
should
n't
have
won
it
.
It
should
've
been
Cedric
's
.
"
The
thing
against
which
he
had
been
fighting
on
and
off
ever
since
he
had
come
out
of
the
maze
was
threatening
to
overpower
him
.
He
could
feel
a
burning
,
prickling
feeling
in
the
inner
corners
of
his
eyes
.
He
blinked
and
stared
up
at
the
ceiling
.
"
It
was
n't
your
fault
.
Harry
,
"
Mrs.
Weasley
whispered
.
