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"Crouch could be thinking along those lines," he said slowly. "Very possible. . . there have been some funny rumors flying around lately - helped along by Rita Skeeter, of course. It's making a lot of people nervous, I reckon." A grim smile twisted his lopsided mouth. "Oh if there's one thing I hate," he muttered, more to himself than to Harry, and his magical eye was fixed on the left-hand corner of the map, "its a Death Eater who walked free. ..."
Morris's lamp-like eyes, so very like her masters, were fixed directly upon Harry. He had had occasion before now to wonder whether the Invisibility Cloak worked on cats. . .
Krum had just arrived at their table clutching two butterbeers.
"What d'you reckons wrong with him? You don't think a skrewt - ?"
"What is this thing?" said Moody, drawing the Marauder's Map out of his pocket and unfolding it.
It's over, he told himself. You can't do it. You'll just have to go down to the lake in the morning and tell the judges....
Bagman looked almost affronted, but couldn't say much more as Fred and George turned up at that point.
Hermione stood up very abruptly, her butterbeer clutched in her hand as though it were a grenade.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Harry definitely didn't want to listen to this; he knew Hagrid would hate to be overheard in a situation like this (he certainly would have) - if it had been possible he would have put his fingers in his ears and hummed loudly, but that wasn't really an option.
"You ever thought of a career as an Auror, Potter?"
"It's the property of the champion he stole it from," said Moody. Hand it over, now."
"Where's Hagrid?" Harry repeated loudly.
Hermione gave Ron a don't-joke-about-things-like-that look, and said, "Funny, goblins looking for Mr. Crouch. . . . They'd normally deal with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
"Like what?" said Moody sharply.
"You haff a water beetle in your hair, Herm-own-ninny," said Krum. Harry had the impression that Krum was drawing her attention back onto himself; perhaps to remind her that he had just rescued her from the lake, but Hermione brushed away the beetle impatiently and said, "You're well outside the time limit, though, Harry. . . . Did it take you ages to find us?"。