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But Harry had suddenly remembered. He should have told Dumbledore, he should have said it straightaway -
An odd, dreamy expression suddenly came over Hermione's face. She slowly raised a hand
"I'm okay," said Harry. It was sort of true; he was nervous, but he kept running over all the hexes and spells he had been practicing in his mind as they walked, and the knowledge that he could remember them all made him feel better.
As Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a nearby bed, he caught sight of the real Moody lying motionless in a bed at the far end of the room. His wooden leg and magical eye were lying on the bedside table.
"You-Know-Who . . . returned? Preposterous. Come now, Dumbledore ..."
"Karkaroff?" said Moody with an odd laugh. "Karkaroff fled tonight, when he felt the Dark Mark burn upon his arm. He betrayed too many faithful supporters of the Dark Lord to wish to meet them . . . but I doubt he will get far. The Dark Lord has ways of tracking his enemies."
"We will, Master...."
"What?" said Harry.
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"
Fudge was opening and closing his mouth as though no words could express his outrage.
Still he paced, his red eyes darting from grave to grave.
"Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine!" shrieked Voldemort. Harry's hand had closed on Cedric's wrist; one tombstone stood between him and Voldemort, but Cedric was too heavy to carry, and the cup was out of reach -Voldemort's red eyes flamed in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth curl into a smile, saw him raise his wand.
The champions nodded.
Harry did as he was told; Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, tucked it around him, and clambered out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask that stood upon the desk, unscrewed it, and turned it over. A thick glutinous liquid splattered onto the office floor.
And then Harry heard Krum's voice.