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It was awkward moving under the cloak tonight, because Harry had the heavy egg under one arm and the map held in front of his nose with the other. However, the moonlit corridors were empty and silent, and by checking the map at strategic intervals, Harry was able to ensure that he wouldn't run into anyone he wanted to avoid. When he reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, he located the right door, leaned close to it, and muttered the password, "Pine fresh," just as Cedric had told him.
"You don't want to go upsetting Rita Skeeter," said Ron nervously. "I'm serious, Hermione, she'll dig up something on you -"
Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.
"Yeah, you could've turned into a goldfish any time you wanted!" said Ron.
"Yes, he did," said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. "So what?"
He hurried out of the pub. The goblins all slid off their chairs and exited after him.
Moody took hold of Harrys arms and pulled; Harrys leg came free of the trick step, and he climbed onto the one above it. Moody was still gazing at the map.
"Oh yes," Bagman said cheerfully, "it's all been enormous fun. How's old Barty doing?
"You might find something to interest you in there, Granger!" Pansy said loudly, and she threw the magazine at Hermione, who caught it, looking startled. At that moment, the dungeon door opened, and Snape beckoned them all inside.
Rita Skeeters smile flickered very slightly, but she hitched it back almost at once; she snapped open her crocodile-skin handbag, pulled out her Quick-Quotes Quill, and said, "How about giving me an interview about the Hagrid you know. Harry? The man behind the muscles? Your unlikely friendship and the reasons behind it. Would you call him a father substitute?"
"Oh he hasn't been attacked, Potter, if that's what you're thinking," said Malfoy softly.
"Maybe Percys poisoning him," said Ron. "Probably thinks if Crouch snuffs it he'll be made head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation."
"Yeh - yeh're not half-giant!" said Hagrid croakily.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - THE SECOND TASK
"Myrtle," Harry said slowly, "how am I supposed to breathe?"