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Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; Ron looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled - the first time Harry had seen him do so. The effect was to make his heavily scarred face look more twisted and contorted than ever, but it was
"Well. . . no one else got across the Age Line," said Ron. "Not even Fred and George.
Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville's hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
"I haven't got a clue what this lot's supposed to mean," he said, staring down at a long list of calculations.
"I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?"
"Well, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel," said Hermione, and everyone looked around at her, rather surprised, "because all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage."
Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He wasn't laughing, but he wasn't sticking up for Harry either.
"It's not schoolwork," she said. Within five minutes, she had cleared her plate and departed. No sooner had she gone than her seat was taken by Fred Weasley.
"Hermione - open your ears," said Ron loudly. "They. Like. It. They like being enslaved!"
Why, though? Another voice had awoken in the back of his brain.
The color drained from Karkaroff's face as Harry watched. A terrible look of mingled fury and fear came over him.
"I didn't," said Harry, staring up at him. "I didn't put it in. I was telling the truth."
"Yes?" said Moody, looking at her.
"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.
"So," he said, when Harry had finally removed the banner and thrown it into a corner.
"The way he talks," Harry muttered as he hobbled out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class an hour later (Moody had insisted on putting Harry through his paces four times in a row, until Harry could throw off the curse entirely), "you'd think we were all going to be attacked any second."
"- just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."。