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get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."
Admittedly, he didn't see how Sirius was going to make him feel any better about having to perform an unknown piece of difficult and dangerous magic in front of hundreds of people, but the mere sight of a friendly face would be something at the moment. Harry wrote back to Sirius saying that he would be beside the common room fire at the time Sirius had suggested; and he and Hermione spent a long time going over plans for forcing any stragglers out of the common room on the night in question. If the worst came to the worst, they were going to drop a bag of Dungbombs, but they hoped they wouldn't have to resort to that - Filch would skin them alive.
. . Bagman wants a word, back in the champions' tent."
Just then Hermione climbed in through the portrait hole.
"What?" said Harry, feeling his spirits slip a further few notches.. . . Surely there could be nothing worse than dragons coming?
" 'Course you can," said Harry, and Dobby beamed.
"That's better, Harry, that's loads better," Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased.
And then, after about fifteen minutes, Harry heard the deafening roar that could mean only one thing: Cedric had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg.
"Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his stupid ship?" said Hermione irritably as Viktor Krum slouched in, cast a surly look over at the pair of them, and settled himself in a distant corner with a pile of books. "Come on, Harry, we'll go back to the common room. . . his fan club'll be here in a moment, twittering away... ."
"What partners?" said Harry.
And he set off back to the castle with Ron.
Next, Dumbledore. He too put up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever.
Dobby now handed Harry a small package, which turned out to be - socks.
But Hagrid wasn't listening; he was opening the cabin door and striding off into the night. Harry hurried to follow and found, to his great surprise, that Hagrid was leading him to the Beauxbatons carriage.
Ron said he would wait, so Harry reentered the tent, which somehow looked quite different now: friendly and welcoming. He thought back to how he'd felt while dodging the Horntail, and compared it to the long wait before he'd walked out to face it.... There was no comparison; the wait had been immeasurably worse.;