ysterious smile. Harry took that for a "yes." Harry cast his
mind around. There were plenty of animals he wouldn't want to kiss; his
immediate thought was a Blast-Ended Skrewt, but something told him that wasn't
the answer. He'd have to try and work out the clues. . . .
"A person in disguise," Harry muttered, staring at her, "who lies ... er ... that'd be a
- an impostor. No, that's not my guess! A - a spy? I'll come back to that. . . could
you give me the next clue again, please?"
She repeated the next lines of the poem.
"'The last thing to mend,'" Harry repeated. "Er ... no idea . . . 'middle of middle' . . .
could I have the last bit again?"
She gave him the last four lines.
"'The sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word,'" said Harry.
"Er . . . that'd be ... er ... hang on - 'er'! Er's a sound!"
The sphinx smiled at him.
"Spy ... er ... spy ... er ..." said Harry, pacing up and down. "A creature I wouldn't
want to kiss . . . a spider!"
The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then
moved aside for him to pass.
"Thanks!" said Harry, and, amazed at his own brilliance, he dashed forward.
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He had to be close now, he had to be. ... His wand was telling him he was bang on
course; as long as he didn't meet anything too horrible, he might have a chance. . .
.
Harry broke into a run. He had a choice of paths up ahead. "Point Me!" he
whispered again to his wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand
one. He dashed up this one and saw light ahead.
The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Suddenly a
dark figure hurtled out onto the path in front of him.
Cedric was going to get there first. Cedric was sprinting as fast as he could toward
the cup, and Harry knew he would never catch up, Cedric was much taller, had
much longer legs -
Then Harry saw something immense over a hedge to his left, moving quickly
along a path that intersected with his own; it was moving so fast Cedric was about
to run into it, and Cedric, his eyes on the cup, had not seen it -
"Cedric!" Harry bellowed. "On your left!"
Cedric looked around just in time to hurl himself past the thing and avoid colliding
with it, but in his haste, he tripped. Harry saw Cedric's wand fly out of his hand as
a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider's gigantic, hairy black body, but
for all the good it did, he might as well have thrown a stone at it; the spider jerked,
scuttled around, and ran at Harry instead.
"Stupefy! Impedimenta! Stupefy!"
But it was no use - the spider was either so large, or so magical, that the spells
were doing no more than aggravating it. Harry had one horrifying glimpse of eight
shining black eyes and razor-sharp pincers before it was upon him.
He was lifted into the air in its front legs; struggling madly, he tried to kick it; his
leg connected with the pincers and next moment he was in excruciating pain. He
could hear Cedric yelling "Stupefy!" too, but his spell had no more effect than
Harry's - Harry raised his wand as the spider opened its pincers once more and
shouted "Expelliarmus!"
It worked - the Disarming Spell made the spider drop him, but that meant that
Harry fell twelve feet onto his already injured leg, which crumpled beneath him.
Without pausing to think, he aimed high at the spider's underbelly, as he had done
with the skrewt, and shouted "Stupefy!''just as Cedric yelled the same thing.
The two spells combined did what one alone had not: The spider keeled over
sideways, flattening a nearby hedge, and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy
legs.
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"Harry!" he heard Cedric shouting. "You all right? Did it fall on you?"
"No," Harry called back, panting. He looked down at his leg. It was bleeding
freely. He could see some sort of thick, gluey secretion from the spider's pincers
on his torn robes. He tried to get up, but his leg was shaking badly and did not
want to support his weight. He leaned against the hedge, gasping for breath, and
looked around.
Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind
him.
"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."
But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned
to stare at the cup. Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light.
Cedric looked around at Harry again, who was now holding onto the hedge to
support himself. Cedric took a deep breath.
"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here."
"That's not how it's supposed to work," Harry said. He felt angry; his leg was very
painful, he was aching all over from trying to throw off the spider, and after all his
efforts, Cedric had beaten him to it, just as he'd beaten Harry to ask Cho to the
ball. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm telling you,
I'm not going to win any races on this leg."
Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking
his head.
"No," he said.
"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."
Cedric watched Harry steadying himself, holding tight to the hedge.
"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first
task if you hadn't told me what was coming."
"I had help on that too," Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his
robes. "You helped me with the egg - we're square."
"I had help on the egg in the first place," said Cedric.
"We're still square," said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he
put weight on it; he had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him.
"You should've got more points on the second task," said Cedric mulishly. "You
stayed behind to get all the hostages. I should've done that."
"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" said Harry
bitterly. "Just take the cup!"
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"No," said Cedric.
He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric
was serious. He was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't
had in centuries.
"Go on," Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of
resolution he had, but his face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided.
Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself
emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup
aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more
clearly than he had ever seen it before . . . and then the picture faded, and he found
himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.
"Both of us," Harry said.
"What?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.
"You - you sure?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah . . . we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both
got here. Let's just take it together."
For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face
split in a grin.
"You're on," he said. "Come here."
He grabbed Harrys arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the
plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out
over one of the cup's gleaming handles.
"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"
He and Cedric both grasped a handle.
Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the
ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling
him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - FLESH, BLOOD, AND BONE
Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell
forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.
"Where are we?" he said.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked
around.
They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles
- perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were
gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black
outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill
rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old
house on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent
and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?"
"Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him.
They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again,
the strange feeling that they were being watched.
"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer,
walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face,
but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was
carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak
pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap
between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms
looked like a baby ... or was it merely a bundle of robes?
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him
a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a
second. Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
And