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By the evening before the second task. Harry felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. He was fully aware that even if, by some miracle, he managed to find a suitable spell, he'd have a real job mastering it overnight. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he got to work on the egg's clue sooner? Why had he ever let his mind wander in class - what if a teacher had once mentioned how to breathe underwater?
"Oh he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking," said Malfoy softly.
Bagman seemed to know he wasn't being honest.
"Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy-Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!"
anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.
Hermione stood up very abruptly, her butterbeer clutched in her hand as though it were a grenade.
Hagrid was sitting at his table, where there were two large mugs of tea. He looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was concerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
Hagrid looked up.
"What's this racket? Wake up the whole castle, will you? I'll have you, Peeves, I'll have you, you'll... and what is this?"
Hagrid's miserable face broke into a wide, watery smile.
"Well -" said Harry. He would have told her about Dobby, but he had just noticed Karkaroff watching him. He was the only judge who had not left the table; the only judge not showing signs of pleasure and relief that Harry, Ron, and Fleur's sister had got back safely. "Yeah, that's right," said Harry, raising his voice slightly so that Karkaroff could hear him.
"Look at this!" Harry snarled, and he shoved the Daily Prophet article under Hermione's nose.
"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I am merely doing my-"
"Now, now, Viktor!" said Karkaroff with a laugh that didn't reach his cold eyes, "don't go giving away anything else, now, or your charming friend will know exactly where to find us!"
"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid," said Dumbledore, still looking carefully up at the ceiling. "I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it -"