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The topmost sail of the Durmstrang ship was visible through it.
"Karkaroff, please, Hagrid!" said Dumbledore sharply.
"A connection I could have made without assistance," Dumbledore sighed, "but never mind."
"No," said Harry. "Krum and I were talking, Mr. Bagman had just finished telling us about the third task, we stayed behind, and then we saw Mr. Crouch coming out of the forest -"
"Viktor?" Harry shouted.
"Lie still for a moment," Dumbledore said.
The gargoyle did not move.
wrong to ally itself with such creatures."
"All this press attention seems to have inflated your already over-large head. Potter,"
"Right," said Harry coolly, turning back to his ginger roots. "I'll bear that in mind if I ever get the urge to go in there."
"Well, I was too busy seeing whether you and Harry were okay to-"
"What?" said Harry. "Rita Skeeter again?"
"What is this?" he cried when he saw Krum on the ground and Dumbledore and Harry beside him. "What's going on?"
Mr, Crouch's eyes rolled forward onto Harry.
"If that's the best Rita can do, she's losing her touch," said Hermione, still giggling, as she threw Witch Weekly onto the empty chair beside her. "What a pile of old rubbish."
"He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic," said Sirius. "He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, powerfully magical - and power-hungry. Oh never a Voldemort supporter," he said, reading the look on Harrys face. "No, Barty Crouch was always very outspoken against the Dark Side. But then a lot of people who were against the Dark Side . . . well, you wouldn't understand . . . you're too young. ..."
Potter, the Daily Prophet can exclusively reveal, regularly collapses at school, and is often heard to complain of pain in the scar on his forehead (relic of the curse with which You-Know-Who attempted to kill him). On Monday last, midway through a Divination lesson, your Daily Prophet reporter witnessed Potter storming from the class, claiming that his scar was hurting too badly to continue studying.
Professor Trelawney bent down and lifted, from under her chair, a miniature model of the solar system, contained within a glass dome. It was a beautiful thing; each of the moons glimmered in place around the nine planets and the fiery sun, all of them hanging in thin air beneath the glass. Harry watched lazily as Professor Trelawney began to point out the fascinating angle Mars was making to Neptune. The heavily perfumed fumes washed over him, and the breeze from the window played across his face. He could hear an insect humming gently somewhere behind the curtain. His eyelids began to droop. . . .（央视记者 徐海霞）