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"Cedric," said Harry," the
first task is dragons."
“What?” said Cedric, looking
up.
“Dragons,” said Harry, speaking quickly, in case Professor Flitwick came
out to see where Cedric had got to.” They’ve got four, one for each of
us, and we’ve got to get past them.”
Cedric
stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic he’d been feeling since
Saturday night flickering in Cedric’s gray eyes.
“Are
you sure?” Cedric said in a hushed voice.
“Dead
sure,” Harry said. “I’ve seen them.”
“But
how did you find out? We’re not supposed to know . . .”
“Never
mind,” said Harry quickly -- he knew Hagrid would be in trouble if he
told the truth. “But I’m not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum will
know by now -- Maxime and Karkaroff both saw the dragons too."
Cedric
straightened up, his arms full of inky quills, parchments, and books,
his ripped bag dangling off one shoulder. He stared at Harry, and there
was a puzzled, almost suspicious look in his eyes.
"Why
are you telling me?" he asked.
Harry
looked at him in disbelief. He was sure Cedric wouldn't have asked that
if he had seen the dragons himself. Harry wouldn't have let his worst
enemy face those monsters unprepared -- well, perhaps Malfoy or Snape .
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