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A member of the Dark Force Defense League, who wished to remain unnamed, stated that he would regard any wizard who could speak Parseltongue "as worthy of investigation.
He pressed his long white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm.
"You'll need to drink all of this. Harry," she said. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep."
A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare to step back from him.
Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone. Harry stood up ...
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
He was looking at the wand Moody was pointing at him. This was a bad joke, it had to be.
Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow; he had forgotten to worry about that evening's task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.
Cornelius Fudge is going to be doing it."
"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah . . . of course I do."
"The last murders the wand performed," said Dumbledore, nodding. "In reverse order. More would have appeared, of course, had you maintained the connection. Very well, Harry, these echoes, these shadows . .. what did they do?"
It was an odd moment. He and Cedric had been briefly united against Krum - now the fact that they were opponents came back to Harry. The two of them proceeded up the dark path without speaking, then Harry turned left, and Cedric right. Cedric's footsteps soon died away.
"Harry, let go of him," he heard Fudge's voice say, and he felt fingers trying to pry him from Cedric's limp body, but Harry wouldn't let him go. Then Dumbledore's face, which was still blurred and misted, came closer.
Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes.