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YOU ARE A WICKED GIRL. HARRY POTTER DESERVES BETTER. GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM MUGGLE.
"No need, Dumbledore," said a wheezy growl. "I'm here."
One or two wizards and witches in the surrounding seats smiled indulgently. Mr. Crouch did not appear to share their feelings. He was staring down at Ludo Bagman with an expression of the utmost severity and dislike.
Ron speared a roast potato on the end of his fork, glaring at it. Then he said, "I hate being poor."
"Harry!" said Fudge jovially, moving forward. "How are you?"
"There was Antonin Dolohov," he said. "I - I saw him torture countless Muggles and - and non-supporters of the Dark Lord."
"Shh!" said Hermione suddenly.
"Why, yes ... there was Rosier," said Karkaroff hurriedly. "Evan Rosier."
"Should I go and get someone?" said Harry. "Madam Pomfrey?"
"Crouch?" said Hagrid blankly.
"You are further accused," bellowed Mr. Crouch, "of using the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife, when he would not give you information. You planned to restore He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to power, and to resume the lives of violence you presumably led while he was strong. I now ask the jury -"
"There's something funny, though," said Hermione ten minutes later, holding her pestle suspended over a bowl of scarab beetles. "How could Rita Skeeter have known . . . ?"
"Crouch attacked you? Crouch attacked you? The Triwizard judge?"
"You never spoke a truer word, boy," someone muttered dryly to Dumbledore behind Harry.
"You cant Disapparate on the Hogwarts grounds, haven't I told you enough times?" said Hermione.
History of Magic had rarely gone so slowly. Harry kept checking Ron's watch, having finally discarded his own, but Ron's was moving so slowly he could have sworn it had stopped working too. All three of them were so tired they could happily have put their heads down on the desks and slept; even Hermione wasn't taking her usual notes, but was sitting with her head on her hand, gazing at Professor Binns with her eyes out of focus.,