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Dobby stopped in front of the brick fireplace and pointed.
Harry fought hard to keep his face straight.
"Of course not," said Madame Maxime, fluttering her long black eyelashes.
"What d'you think I'm trying to do?" said Harry angrily. "A great big dragon keeps popping up in my head for some reason...Okay, try again. . . ."
"And then perhaps some individual shots."
Very slowly and very carefully, Harry got to his feet and set off again as fast as he could without making too much noise, hurrying through the darkness back toward Hogwarts.
Then he wondered if this would bother him if Cho asked him.
They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Nothing whatsoever occurred to them, so they retired to the library instead. Here, Harry pulled down every book he could find on dragons, and both of them set to work searching through the large pile.
"So. . . what are you saying?" said Harry slowly. "Karkaroff's trying to kill me? But - why?"
"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" said Ron. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime."
"I suppose there's always Moaning Myrtle," he said gloomily, referring to the ghost who haunted the girls' toilets on the second floor.
"Yes," Harry heard himself say. "Yes, I'm fine."
"It's all right," he said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch -"
"What? Oh yeah . . . ouch . . . interesting," said Harry as she stepped on his foot.
Harry saw the dragon keepers rushing forward to subdue the Horntail, and, over at the entrance to the enclosure, Professor McGonagalh, Professor Moody, and Hagrid hurrying to meet him, all of them waving him toward them, their smiles evident even from this distance. He flew back over the stands, the noise of the crowd pounding his eardrums, and came in smoothly to land, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. . . . He had got through the first task, he had survived.
Harry glanced around. Cedric had nodded once, to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again; he looked slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all. Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouths; that was certainly how Harry felt. But they, at least, had volunteered for this. .？