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"Who's there?" he said.
And she refused to eat another bite.
"This - cannot - be," he said jerkily. "No -"
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.
"Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was?" said Ron impatiently. "It wasn't hurting anyone. . . . Why's it such a big deal?"
"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley."
"Complaining about security at the World Cup," said Percy. "They want compensation for their ruined property. Mundungus Fletcher's put in a claim for a twelve-bedroomed tent with en-suite Jacuzzi, but I've got his number. I know for a fact he was sleeping under a cloak propped on sticks."
"Treacle tart, Hermione!" said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell toward her. "Spotted dick, look! Chocolate gateau!"
"What - what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air.
"Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him.
Half the Muggle killings back when You-Know-Who was in power were done for fun. I suppose they had a few drinks tonight and couldn't resist reminding us all that lots of them are still at large. A nice little reunion for them," he finished disgustedly.
Hagrid hurried over to him, looking anxious.
"Who's this impartial judge who's going to decide who the champions are?" said Harry.
Harry recognized the tea towel at once. It was Winky.
"Fanks," he said in a muffled voice, and then, with a small pop, vanished.