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"Listen!" said Hermione suddenly.
"Well. . . no, I don't think so . . . not really," said Hermione awkwardly.
"A Portkey?" Ron suggested. "Or they could Apparate - maybe you're allowed to do it under seventeen wherever they come from?"
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.
"Wish I knew who did do it," said Harry bitterly.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. "E cannot compete. 'E is too young."
There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter. When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall.
"Knows what?" said Ron, leaning forward.
Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered.
"I don't know," said Hermione, looking pensive.
"You all right, Neville?" Harry asked him.
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretense, Ron pushed his chair backward, as far away from Moody's desk as possible.
"I didn't enter," said Harry, starting to feel irritated.
"We don't want to be in there with all that noise," she said. "Let's see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy."
"Dunno," said Harry. "Hang around, I suppose... . Madame Maxime's staying to judge, isn't she?"