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Sirius, Harry and Hermione shot each other identical looks of worry. "No! Don't do it!" Hermione screamed, but too late. Cedric had already opened the cask to reveal...
**...A black, wooden statuette, the very sight of which sent shivers down Harry's back. Its surface seemed to writhe even as Cedric held it in his hands, looking paler by the moment.** Without warning, a first year Hufflepuff girl fainted clean away, and her friends were looking little better.
"Put it back in the box!" Harry yelled, pushing forward through the crowd. The moment the lid had been closed, a huge wave of relief washed through all affected by the statuette. A few people laughed nervously, while Cedric seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the cask, suspicion and fear on his face.
"Well done! Well done!" Bagman called cheerfully, finally making his way through the crowd towards Harry and Cedric. "Have you opened it?" He looked as excited as Ron when Madam Rosmerta was behind the bar in The Three Broomsticks. He didn't seemed to notice the incredulous looks on the students' faces as he peered eagerly at the cask in Cedric's hand.
"Um... no, sir," Cedric replied shakily. "I'll, uh, I'll open it later." With that, he snatched up the cask and walked away as quickly as was possible without openly running and fleeing from the crowd. Harry watched him leave with a great feeling of pity welling up inside of him. Whatever that figurine was, it was going to be trouble.
"Harry!" Ron called, his voice oddly hoarser and deeper than usual. "Inside! Quick!" Harry and Hermione chased Ron back up to the school, but rather than heading for the Gryffindor common room, made a beeline for an empty classroom instead. Ron shoved his back against the door to wedge it shut once they were inside, then shuddered as he seemed to grow before their eyes.
No, not seemed- He WAS growing taller! His hair was becoming darker, longer and shaggier, his eyes were turning black and lines were etching themselves across his face, ageing him. After only a moment, the only trace left of Ron was his school uniform, stretched and ill-fitting on Sirius Black.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, a grin breaking out on his face, despite his worries over the figurine. "What are you doing here?" Another thought occurred to him. "And where's Ron?"
"He shouldn't be here!" Hermione struck up angrily. "You could have been caught! Bad enough you've been hiding in that cave, what on earth made you come up here?" Sirius looked from Harry to Hermione, unsure of whose questions he should answer first.
**"Well, ah, that is, Ron is fine. Moody's looking after him. I expect he'll turn up in the common room in a bit," Sirius replied. "And as for why I'm up here, I've been trying to get closer to Bagman, see what he's up to. I don't suppose it's escaped your attentions that he's been acting rather odd?" Harry and Hermione looked at each other.**
"We think he's cheating. I mean, it's a bit odd, isn't it, the organiser of the tournament taking bets on the challenges when he already knows what's to come. Maybe he's even tailoring them to favour Cedric," Harry replied.
"It doesn't excuse what you're doing!" Hermione said shrilly. "You could have asked any of us to do that!"
"Not if Karkaroff is involved," Sirius growled. "Who knows where Bagman's loyalties really lie? His pocket or-" Whatever else Sirius was going to say was interrupted by a loud commotion in the corridor outside the classroom. Harry and Hermione looked at Sirius anxiously, but he had already become a loveable, stray dog. Before either of them could say a word, the classroom door burst open and Fred and George burst in, carrying an angry, cussing goblin between them. As Harry and Hermione gazed at the goblin, Fred and George stared at the dog. At the same time, all four exclaimed:
"What's that?!"
"A dog," Hermione answered swiftest. "He followed us here."
"Can we keep him?" Harry asked, unable stop himself from grinning. "Anyway, what are YOU up to?"
"We had a bit of
a run in with some goblins," Fred said.
"Nothing to worry about. Just a bit of friendly competition," George added.
"Business," Fred continued. "Mr. Snubfist here has been taking bets on the tournament."
"Shameful practice, really," George said, shaking his head sadly. "Especially when he knows he's taking money away from decent, hard-working young schoolboys."
"I hope you don't mean yourselves!" Hermione snapped. Fred and George looked wounded.
"At least we haven't been trying to fix the tournament!" Fred replied.
"Except for tripping up Krum," George added. "Repeatedly."
"It's so easy, how can we resist?" Fred answered. "Anyway, I reckon it's best that this conversation never happened, don't you?"
"What are you going to do to him?" Harry asked. Fred and George exchanged mischievous looks.
"Nothing permanent," they replied carefully, looking at Hermione. She rolled her eyes, grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him towards the open door.
"Come on," she said irritably, before suddenly remembering Sirius was still following them. "Um... here boy?" she added weakly. Fred and George looked at her suspiciously as the large black dog trotted out of the classroom, tail wagging enthusiastically.
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**Sirius spent the months between the second and third tournaments back in the cave. Ron's forgiveness had been bought when Sirius had bitten Malfoy on the rear one time when the Slytherin boy had followed them to the cave, but otherwise, his stayed was peaceful- far more peaceful, in fact, than he'd been comfortable with.**
All the time, he watched the hedges of the maze growing taller and taller, positively lapping up the spring sunlight and condemning the lost Quidditch pitch beneath them to perpetual gloom. As the Third Task drew nearer, more and more people began to come to Hogsmeade to stay: reporters, supporters and spectators. The reports in "The Quibbler" were sporadic, the most recent theories surrounding the mysterious absence of goblin bookies taking bets for the tournament. Mr Lovegood blamed Fudge, of course, or else Bagman, which was more reasonable, but Sirius rather suspected it had more to do with the Weasley twins than anyone else.
It wasn't until the evening before the Third Task that he received an unexpected visitor - Hermione, alone. She peered into the entrance of the cave cautiously, before smiling at Sirius and hurrying inside. Buckbeak lifted his head hopefully from under his wing at her approach but, seeing no ferrets, squawked and went back to sleep, disappointed.
"I can't stay long. There's so many Aurors around the place that it's really hard to get out. Harry and Ron already got detention for trying. Someone's worried about this tournament." Sirius shivered as he resumed his usual, long-haired human form.
"More than just someone, I reckon," Sirius replied quietly. "It's been too quiet. Barely any staff have been down here since the Second Task, and you know what that tells me? They're in the castle," he said, jerking his head in Hogwarts' general direction. "Preparing themselves. That statuette's trouble anyway."
"If it even
is a statuette," Hermione said enigmatically. "It was my
Transfiguration homework which gave me a clue." She hefted a large but well-kept book out of her bag, running her fingers along to a bookmark and opening it at the marked page. "Here, this man Colfer wrote loads of advanced texts on Transfiguration."
Advanced was hardly the word for it. Near-indecipherable was closer, yet he, James and Peter had studied this very same book, he was sure, when they had been working on becoming animagi. Very complex stuff indeed. This chapter, however, seemed more concerned with the Transfiguration of people into objects.
"It's a good theory," Sirius began. "But the charm would have to be renewed every few weeks or so. Transfigured objects never keep their shape for long, especially if they're living. Besides, what would be the use?"
"Dumbledore's been keeping that statuette in his office! If it
is a person, then it's most likely a spy."
"For who? I hardly think Voldemort's in a position to do anything, is he?" Sirius said incredulously.
"I hope not," Hermione replied. "I hope I'm wrong." Sirius and Hermione looked at each other with equal expressions of concern: it was rare, if ever, that Hermione Granger was wrong about something.
The faint sounds of a commotion came drifting into the cavern. Sirius quickly dropped back into his canine self and followed Hermione as she dashed to the cave entrance and peered down into the village of Hogsmeade. Several uniformed wizards were escorting Ludo Bagman through the streets, while all the visiting journalists and spectators were crowding around, impeding their progress and setting the evening alight with flashing bulbs.
"We'd best go see, hadn't we?" Hermione said, turning to look at the loveable stray, but he had already bounded off ahead of her.
"This is probably just some prank by the boys at the office!" Ludo was calling jovially to the crowd, waving at them and smiling. "Quite absurd, the very idea of it and all that!"
"
They've got you bang to rights, Ludo!" one of the photographers sneered.
"Are you saying you didn't do it, Mr Bagman?" another called, as Hermione followed Sirius into the crowd and tried to get closer to Bagman.
"Absolutely! I mean, quite how they can suspect me of
cursing one of the champions, when I organised this Tournament!" Ludo laughed, before the uniformed wizards started clearing the crowd away from around him.
"Reckon here's far enough, Shacklebolt?" one of the wizards asked.
"Should be out of the way of the anti-Disapparition charms now," he answered. With a loud bang and a bright flash, the group had vanished, leaving a slightly sheepish crowd to mull about in search of something else to gawp at.
"Excuse me," Hermione asked, touching the sleeve of one of the photographers. "What's happened? Why has Mr Bagman been arrested?" The photographer looked at Hermione gleefully.
"Haven't you heard?" she grinned, revealing a glinting, emerald tooth. "Fleur Delacour was found wandering the Hogwarts corridors in a daze with Diggory's statuette. Apparently someone tried to put her under the Imperiatus curse, though not very successfully." Sirius whined softly and peered up at Hermione anxiously. The photographer was soon distracted by one of her colleagues suggesting that now would be an excellent time to visit Madam Rosmerta, so Hermione and Sirius dashed into a dark alleyway, where Sirius could briefly change shape.
"Bagman may have fallen in with the wrong crowd," Sirius said. "But use an Unforgivable Curse? That's not like him."
"Someone must have wanted him away from the Tournament," Hermione mused. "Maybe Karkarov said something he didn't mean to and set Bagman up!"
"Karkarov seems the most likely to be behind it. Go to Moody, get his opinion and - ah!" Sirius had been forced to change shape rapidly as a few of the crowd wandered past the entrance of the alleyway. With an apologetic look at Hermione, he dashed off towards his cave, mind racing with what he had just heard. What did it all mean?
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The day of the Tournament dawned, and the sky was awash with soothing yellows and greens - at least the weather boded well for the Task. Sirius' tail wagged as he stretched and padded sleepily towards the cave entrance.
"You're a heavy sleeper, Black," Moody said softly. Sirius gave a small yelp of alarm, before trying to playfully bite Moody's arm. "Don't bother changing. Just follow me and keep your eyes and ears open." The two of them began to make their way towards the school. After a few moments, Moody spoke again, the eye of his name frantically scanning their surroundings for eavesdroppers.
"Miss Granger told me her theory and if she's right, we can't let any of those statuettes leave the castle. I take it you heard about the Beauxbatons girl?" Sirius barked again. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Of course, Bagman never cursed her, but then, Miss Granger told me you were unconvinced of his guilt. But he has been tampering with this Tournament, no matter what he says. He's up to his second chin in debt with the goblins. Surprising I haven't seen them around of late, keeping an eye on him. He made bets with them over the outcome of this Tournament. From the way he's been behaving, I'd say he fancied Diggory as the overall victor, so obviously the goblins have been trying to get more money from his by turning the tournament in the other champions' favour. With Bagman and his goblins gone, we might just stand a chance of a fair contest."
They had reached the gates of the school, where two Aurors were stood guard. Both were young - the man had numerous piercings all over his face and a shaved head, while his female colleague had a shock of bright pink hair. Sirius thought she was rather familiar.
"Wotcha Moody," the female Auror said brightly, moving to open the gates.
"Not so fast!" Moody barked, so suddenly that even Sirius jumped. "Password!"
"Password? But I let you out of here only five minutes ago!"
"She's uh, right, you know," sniffed the male Auror.
"Tonks! Monkton!" Tonks rolled her eyes as Sirius grinned a canine grin. So, this was his cousin Nymphadora. He wondered if she was as clumsy as her father. "Now you listen to me, you wet-behind-the-ears, sad excuses of recruits! I could be anyone! I could be a spy under Polyjuice! Did you think of that?! CONSTANT VIGILIANCE at all times!!!" Moody yelled. Tonks sighed.
"Like
that's ever going to happen," she muttered. "Don't you think we'd notice if you started walking around not shouting at us every five minutes? What's the password then, Moody?"
"Buried Fire," Moody growled.
"Amazing," Monkton said sarcastically. "I guess it really must be Moody after all." He opened the gates, letting Sirius and Moody through before shutting them fast behind them.
"Cute dog," Tonks added as the former Auror and the ex-convict made their way up to the school.
"You say that now, but he's a vicious killer," Moody growled. Sirius let his tongue hang out the side of his mouth and wagged his tail. Both of Moody's eyes fixed on him in a glare and they continued towards the maze.
"Three things you ought to know about this contest," Moody said. "One: the champions must take their statuette to a plinth in the middle of the maze. The first one to place their statuette on the plinth wins the cup. Obviously there's things in there to obstruct them, charms, hexes, traps, and whatever Hagrid dug up. Two: the champions may not use any magic to impede one another. That's what I'm listening out for. If someone's tried to put Delacour into a trance once, they've probably tried it again, maybe on one of the other champions. Three:
red sparks mean danger. If we see red sparks, that's our cue to go into the maze and sort things out. Now obviously you can't do much like that so hopefully- ah, right on cue." They had reached the first of a number of tents at the edge of the maze. Sirius could see nothing, but caught a familiar scent in the breeze. Harry was around here somewhere.
With a small flourish, Harry appeared from under his invisibility cloak and handed it and his Firebolt to Sirius.
"Sorry about last night. McGonagall has us trying to catch all these half-Transfigured teacups from her third year class so she could put them right," he said, as Sirius returned to his usual, untidy self.
"Shameful behaviour, Harry," Sirius scolded him. "Getting caught! Your father and I never would have allowed that to happen."
"Moody's got the map!" Harry replied. "So it wasn't really our fault. Anyway, I'd better go. Knowing Ron, he'll have eaten all the pastries by now, but I might still be able to grab some toast." Sirius watched him go with a sigh.
"But he didn't think to bring
me breakfast now, did he?" he said as he pulled the cloak around him.
"Staff get their own breakfast down here," Moody told him. "Follow me and keep quiet. And remember-
constant vigiliance." Sirius followed him to the staff tent, where various members of the Hogwarts staff were being given red sashes to wear. Moody picked his up with a look of extreme distaste, and tied it around his upper arm. McGonagall gave him a withering look before turning to the assembled Tournament wardens.
She gave them a long speech about the purpose of the Tournament, and went over all the issues about suspect activities, though she said nothing of the statuettes themselves. All three of these had been kept in Dumbledore's office, and were to be given or, in Cedric's case, returned to their champions to be carried through the maze. Sirius only half-listened as he helped himself to some piping hot coffee and a couple of fresh-baked muffins. He had just been wondering if he could also sneak a few pancakes under the cloak when a huge shadow loomed over the tent. A moment later, a huge woman ducked inside and nodded graciously to McGonagall.
"Forgive me, Professor Mah-Goniggle," she said. "But I weesh to 'elp in ze patrolling of ze maze. Kindly 'and me a sash." Another figure hurried into the tent behind her.
"And if the Beauxbatons patrol, then I haff the right to patrol also! That is, of course, if this is to be a fair contest." McGonagall held up her hands in a placating gesture.
"Olympe, Igor, this is quite irregular!" she said. "But I understand, I really do. The attack on Miss Delacour shook us all." Wary looks spread around the tent as each person looked at the others suspiciously, except for Snape and Karkarov, who locked stares. For a moment, no one moved, and then McGonagall took a sash in each hand and offered them to the two headteachers.
"If I may-" Snape said, stepping forward with a look of mild concern on his face, but McGonagall glowered at him.
"No you may not, Professor Snape. This is my decision, and I expect you to abide by it." The faintest flicker of a smile crossed Karkarov's face, noticed only by Snape and Sirius, who had to press himself against the table to avoid being caught up in the potions master's wake as he swept out of the tent.
"I'll just be taking some air, Minerva," Moody said swiftly, his blue eye quickly meeting Sirius' invisible gaze. With an almost imperceptible nod, Moody left the tent, holding the flap open behind him just long enough for Sirius to duck outside.
"So," Moody began gruffly. "We'll be joined by Karkarov. I'd hoped McGonagall would refuse them, but there you have it. I'll keep an eye on him, but I want you flying over the maze itself, try and keep an eye on our champions and be first on the scene if those sparks go up. Understand?"
"One thought, Moody," Sirius said, just as the wizened ex-Auror turned to leave. "If there's Dark wizards behind this, don't you think someone should be keeping an eye on Harry?"
"Per'aps," Moody replied. "But I find it doubtful they'd attack him in the middle of a crowd of students. Now get up there before anyone else comes out here!" Sirius resisted the temptation to scowl at Moody ? that eye was still fixed on him. Instead, he mounted Harry's broom and shot up into the air, the breezes playfully tugging at the invisibility cloak to reveal his feet as he ascended.
Not a few moments later, the champions were escorted by Aurors to another tent. The red-sashed staff were spreading out around the maze's perimeter, and the stands over-looking the maze were rapidly filling up. Sirius quickly swooped overhead and spotted a group of redheads among the red and yellow crowd. Where the Weasleys were, it was most likely so were Harry and Hermione.
He'd been tempted to swoop a little lower, but a huge amount of noise had erupted over the entire maze - a fanfare declaring the task had begun. Sirius swooped back towards the entrance and watched as Diggory raced into the maze and vanished. Sirius rubbed his eyes, but no, he had gone. Another fanfare sounded and Krum ran in the same way. This time, Sirius watched him closely, and saw him fade away into shadows in the maze. Clearly, he was not meant to be able to see them unless they sent up the red sparks. He sighed with annoyance and began a lazy circuit around the maze, keeping fairly high.
The first excerpts of commentary started to reach him as he flew towards the spectators' stands-
"It would seem that Delacour has triggered the topsy-turvy trap at the far western end of the maze. Let's hope she remembers which way is up and gets moving again quickly." The deadpan voice was one which grated against Sirius' nerves - it was Bartemius Crouch, the heartless former head of Magical Law Enforcement. Rather too fanatical in his search for Dark Wizards, that one.
Suddenly, red sparks shot up into the air.
"I believe that's Krum down there. I've been informed that there are some sort of magical creatures down in that area. I think one of the champions has been
slowed down by the spiders" Sirius didn't wait to hear what kind of creatures. Moody had wanted him first on the scene, and so he dived into the maze, weaving the broomstick's flight around the hedges until he could get close to the source of the sparks.
All he could see ahead of him, having flown through some unusually thick cobwebs, was a mass of black, spindly legs and the chattering of annoyed arachnids. At first he thought that Krum must have escaped, until he spotted a pale, wand-wielding hand shoot up through the mass of monsters. Sirius flew over the top of the spiders and reached down, grabbing Krum's hand and pulling him forcibly out of danger. Dangling beneath the invisible broomstick and its rider, Krum clawed thick cobweb from his face and shot a few hexes at the spiders.
"Thank you!" he called to his invisible rescuer. "I can continue alone!" Sirius dropped him without warning which, as it happened, was a mistake as Krum panicked and snatched at thin air before dropping. He caught the cloak and pulled it away. Sirius, revealed, swiftly changed shape for what seemed like the tenth time in two days, but now found himself unable to control the broomstick, which began to veer about randomly forcing Sirius to
bound over a hedge to avoid colliding with it.
Well now he found himself in difficulty. He could see no way to head back to the entrance, or even to Krum, and even if he could have done, the chances of encountering Moody rather than, say, Karkarov, were slim and meeting anyone else would have given rise to awkward questions.
And yet a thrill of excitement rushed through him, and his tail wagged more enthusiastically than it had in months. He was
in the tournament, perhaps not as a champion, but he would be facing the same challenges, and if he hoped to get out of here, then finding that plinth and sneaking out with the winner was his best chance. He dared not become human again - as a dog, his hearing and eyesight were better, and he was quick enough to avoid many obstacles, rather than draw attention to himself by taking on the obstacles directly. It also occurred to him that his face had been plastered all over the newspapers quite recently, and would therefore be fresh in people's minds. He doubted the good old Diggory boy would hesitate in stunning mass-murderer Sirius Black.
So, with an excited bark, Sirius charged deeper into the maze.
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"Krum has been found unharmed," Crouch droned loudly to all the spectators. "But has forfeited his place in the tournament for using the red sparks. This leaves Fleur Delacour for Beauxbatons and Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts to compete for first place." The Durmstrang crowd groaned as they watched part of the maze open up to allow Krum, escorted by Karkarov and Moody, to leave and head for the healers' tent.
"What I wouldn't give to be Sirius right now," Harry sighed to Ron. "I bet he's got a great view flying over the maze."
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Sirius' first mistake had been to run through the maze. No wonder the Delacour girl had triggered a trap so quickly! After chewing his way out from the grip of a Devil's Snare, he had slowed down quite considerably. Then there had been the Streelers - Streelers, for goodness' sake! - which had been incredibly frustrating. On the one hand, their venom was burning through all the vegetation, and on the other, he couldn't follow the "paths" they made (a discovery he'd made to his cost- one of his front paws was covered in blisters).
Eventually, he'd ran into Diggory, quite literally. As the two had crashed into the other, only Sirius' very best puppy-dog expression stayed Diggory's hand. It seemed the boy was still debating whether or not Sirius was a trap, as he neither wanted Sirius leading the way or following him. Instead, Sirius walked beside him obediently.
"I haven't seen the others you know," Diggory mused. "Not heard anything either. I saw the sparks go up, but that could be anything couldn't it" Maybe I'm the only one left. Wouldn't that be weird? Racing along when actually I've all the time in the world. It's all a bit crazy, isn't it?" Cedric laughed, then stopped as he stared at the dog. "I'm talking to a dog," he moaned. "I've gone mad."
Sirius merely whined. Cedric's statuette was in a bag slung over his shoulder. Everything about it felt far worse to him as a dog than it ever had done as a man. Now he wondered exactly was it was both and the boy were getting into. It wasn't long before he and Cedric were charged by an angry Nogtail, and Sirius had to suffer the indignity of being turned pure white for the purposes of scaring it off, despite the fact that the creature was only a real threat to pig farmers. After that, there was more of a companionable silence between them.
When they reached the centre of the maze, they stumbled across it like one of the many traps or hidden creatures. The bright light had Cedric ready with his wand and Sirius' hackles up, growling softly. It was a few moments before they realised they were safe. The plinth stood before them, empty. They had to have arrived first!
"Suppose I've got you to thank for this," Cedric said graciously, stepping up to the plinth and taking the statuette out of its bag.
You can thank me by putting a good word in for me at the Ministry, Sirius thought to himself, watching warily as Cedric slotted the statuette into a recess on the plinth's surface. At that moment, Fleur came bursting out of the hedges behind them. She saw Cedric and stamped her foot.
"Zut alors!" she exclaimed. "I 'ave lost, non?" Cedric turned grinning to answer her, and so didn't see what was happening to the statuette.
Dumbledore's been keeping that statuette in his office! If it is a person, then it's most likely a spy.Sirius growled and let out a warning bark as the statuette writhed and stretched, glowing red for a moment before exploding, sending sharp splinters in all directions. Something from inside it was continuing to grow, taking on the form of a man, a short, round, balding little man. His wand was out, pointing at Diggory, but Sirius leapt up and bit Wormtail's arm ferociously, keeping hold like a terrier with a rat. Diggory and Fleur reacted quickly, but not quickly enough; as the path opened to the winners' podium, the strange, balding man turned into a rat and fled, with the peculiar white dog chasing it the entire way. Fleur shook her head as though trying to clear flies from her vision.
"Zat man put me under ze Imperius curse!" she cried indignantly. "'E 'ad me turn 'im into that statue!"
Dumbledore approached the champions with a slightly bemused smile on his face.
"Well now, something unexpected has been happening here," he said, indicating that the champions should follow him. Suddenly, there was a shriek and a burst of laughter from the crowd. As the champions followed an anxious Dumbledore to the maze's perimeter, they saw a most peculiar sight. Madame Maxime had somehow been launched up into the hedges and was quite stuck.
"Dear Madam, what has happened to you?" Dumbledore called concernedly.
"Eet was an 'airy man! An 'airy man with white 'air, chasing a rat! 'E 'it me with a spell and left me 'ere!!" Maxime called down to him.
"My dear Olympe! We shall fetch you a ladder at once!" Dumbledore replied.
"No chance, Professor," Filch said, hurrying up to the group ahead of the rest of the red-sashed wardens. "We 'aven't got a ladder strong enough for her."
"Oh dear," Dumbledore sighed. "
It would seem we have a bit of a problem."
"A bit? I'd say it was huge," Filch said nastily.
"I'll call for Hagrid, Albus," McGonagall said, waving her wand in the air and
sending a silvery white eagle owl soaring overhead and off towards the groundskeeper's hut, where it circled a few times above it before diving down the chimney.
"But for now," Dumbledore said, turning to Diggory and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I think it best we inform the rest of our schools that we do indeed have a Triwizard Tournament winner."
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Your mission is to build from "PADFOOT UNDERCOVER"LOOSE ENDS
**had to say what was in the cask**
**explain where Ron had been all this time**
**get to the Third Task**
MISSIONS (IN ORDER)
Goblins have a run-in with the Twins
Transfiguration homework gives Hermione a clue
Bagman is bagged
A champion is cursed
Red sparks mean danger
Spiders in the maze slow down a champion
Padfoot bounds over the hedge
An eagle owl soars over Hagrid's hut.
Maxime encounters a Giant Problem
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