rry watched. A terrible look of
mingled fury and fear came over him.
"You!" he said, staring at Moody as though unsure he was really seeing him.
"Me," said Moody grimly. "And unless you've got anything to say to Potter,
Karkaroff, you might want to move. You're blocking the doorway."
It was true; half the students in the Hall were now waiting behind them, looking
over one another's shoulders to see what was causing the holdup.
Without another word, Professor Karkaroff swept his students away with him.
Moody watched him until he was out of sight, his magical eye fixed upon his
back, a look of intense dislike upon his mutilated face.
As the next day was Saturday, most students would normally have breakfasted
late. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were not alone in rising much earlier
than they usually did on weekends. When they went down into the entrance hall,
they saw about twenty people milling around it, some of them eating toast, all
examining the Goblet of Fire. It had been placed in the center of the hall on the
stool that normally bore the Sorting Hat. A thin golden line had been traced on the
floor, forming a circle ten feet around it in every direction.
"Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asked a third-year girl eagerly.
"All the Durmstrang lot," she replied. "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts
yet."
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"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed," said Harry. "I
would've if it had been me. . . wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if
the goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"
Someone laughed behind Harry. Turning, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan
hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited.
"Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Just
taken it."
"What?" said Ron.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.
"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only
need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us
wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," said Hermione warningly. "I'm
sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."
Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.
"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement. "C'mon, then - I'll
go first -"
Harry watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket
bearing the words Fred Weasley - Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of
the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot
drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a
great breath and stepped over the line.
For a split second Harry thought it had worked - George certainly thought so, for
he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred - but next moment, there was a
loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though
they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet
away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping
noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they
had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor
Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall. He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes
twinkling. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to
Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom
decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their
beards is anything like as fine as yours."
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Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was
howling with laughter, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione, also chortling, went in to
breakfast.
The decorations in the Great Hall had changed this morning. As it was Halloween,
a cloud of live bats was fluttering around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of
carved pumpkins leered from every corner. Harry led the way over to Dean and
Seamus, who were discussing those Hogwarts students of seventeen or over who
might be entering.
"There's a rumor going around that Warrington got up early and put his name in,"
Dean told Harry. "That big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."
Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington, shook his head in disgust.
"We can't have a Slytherin champion!"
"And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory," said Seamus contemptuously.
"But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks."
"Listen!" said Hermione suddenly.
People were cheering out in the entrance hall. They all swiveled around in their
seats and saw Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed
sort of way. A tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team,
Angelina came over to them, sat down, and said, "Well, I've done it! Just put my
name in!"
"You're kidding!" said Ron, looking impressed.
"Are you seventeen, then?" asked Harry.
"Course she is, can't see a beard, can you?" said Ron.
"I had my birthday last week," said Angelina.
"Well, I'm glad someone from Gryffindor's entering," said Hermione. "I really
hope you get it, Angelina!"
"Thanks, Hermione," said Angelina, smiling at her.
Yeah, better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory, said Seamus, causing several
Hufflepuffs passing their table to scowl heavily at him.
"What're we going to do today, then?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione when they
had finished breakfast and were leaving the Great Hall.
"We haven't been down to visit Hagrid yet," said Harry.
"Okay," said Ron, "just as long as he doesn't ask us to donate a few fingers to the
skrewts."
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A look of great excitement suddenly dawned on Hermione's face.
"I've just realized - I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. yet!" she said brightly.
"Wait for me, will you, while I nip upstairs and get the badges?"
"What is it with her?" said Ron, exasperated, as Hermione ran away up the marble
staircase.
"Hey, Ron," said Harry suddenly. "It's your friend. . ."
The students from Beauxbatons were coming through the front doors from the
grounds, among them, the veela-girl. Those gathered around the Goblet of Fire
stood back to let them pass, watching eagerly.
Madame Maxime entered the hall behind her students and organized them into a
line. One by one, the Beauxbatons students stepped across the Age Line and
dropped their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames. As each name entered
the fire, it turned briefly red and emitted sparks.
"What d'you reckon'll happen to the ones who aren't chosen?" Ron muttered to
Harry as the veela-girl dropped her parchment into the Goblet of Fire. "Reckon
they'll go back to school, or hang around to watch the tournament?"
"Dunno," said Harry. "Hang around, I suppose... . Madame Maxime's staying to
judge, isn't she?"
When all the Beauxbatons students had submitted their names, Madame Maxime
led them back out of the hall and out onto the grounds again.
"Where are they sleeping, then?" said Ron, moving toward the front doors and
staring after them.
A loud rattling noise behind them announced Hermione's reappearance with the
box of S. P. E.W. badges.
"Oh good, hurry up," said Ron, and he jumped down the stone steps, keeping his
eyes on the back of the veela-girl, who was now halfway across the lawn with
Madame Maxime.
As they neared Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the mystery of
the Beauxbatons' sleeping quarters was solved. The gigantic powder-blue carriage
in which they had arrived had been parked two hundred yards from Hagrid's front
door, and the students were climbing back inside it. The elephantine flying horses
that had pulled the carriage were now grazing in a makeshift paddock alongside it.
Harry knocked on Hagrid's door, and Fang's booming barks answered instantly.
"Bout time!" said Hagrid, when he'd flung open the door. "Thought you lot'd
forgotten where I live!"
"We've been really busy, Hag -" Hermione started to say, but then she stopped
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dead, looking up at Hagrid, apparently lost for words.
Hagrid was wearing his best (and very horrible) hairy brown suit, plus a checked
yellow-and-orange tie. This wasn't the worst of it, though; he had evidently tried to
tame his hair, using large quantities of what appeared to be axle grease. It was now
slicked down into two bunches - perhaps he had tried a ponytail like Bill's, but
found he had too much hair. The look didn't really suit Hagrid at all. For a
moment, Hermione goggled at him, then, obviously deciding not to comment, she
said, "Erm - where are the skrewts."
"Out by the pumpkin patch," said Hagrid happily. "They're get-tin' massive, mus'
be nearly three foot long now. On'y trouble is, they've started killin' each other."
"Oh no, really?" said Hermione, shooting a repressive look at Ron, who, staring at
Hagrid's odd hairstyle, had just opened his mouth to say something about it.
"Yeah," said Hagrid sadly. "S' okay, though, I've got 'em in separate boxes now.
Still got abou' twenty."
"Well, that's lucky," said Ron. Hagrid missed the sarcasm.
Hagrid's cabin comprised a single room, in one corner of which was a gigantic bed
covered in a patchwork quilt. A similarly enormous wooden table and chairs stood
in front of the fire beneath the quantity of cured hams and dead birds hanging from
the ceiling. They sat down at the table while Hagrid started to make tea, and were
soon immersed in yet more discussion of the Triwizard Tournament. Hagrid
seemed quite as excited about it as they were.
"You wait," he said, grinning. "You jus' wait. Yer going ter see some stuff yeh've
never seen before. Firs' task. . . ah, but I'm not supposed ter say."
