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Ron looked up.
"Dance partners?" He felt himself going red. "I don't dance," he said quickly.
. Harry. . . could I have a quick word? Outside?"
"Wan' a closer look?" Hagrid asked Madame Maxime excitedly. The pair of them moved right up to the fence, and Harry followed. The wizard who had warned Hagrid not to come any closer turned, and Harry realized who it was: Charlie Weasley.
She stared pointedly at Harry, who yawned very widely and obviously.
"Barking mad," said Ron, shaking his head. "Harry, c'mon, they'll be putting up your scores. . . ."
"All right, then," she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.
Viktor Krum was in the library an awful lot too, and Harry wondered what he was up to.
Harry had had enough. Trusting to the fact that Hagrid wouldn't miss him, with the attractions of four dragons and Madame Maxime to occupy him, he turned silently and began to walk away, back to the castle.
"If that was the first task, I hate to think what's coming next."
"No, he's off delivering a letter," said Ron. "Why?"
"Yeah, right," said Harry. He took a swig of butterbeer under his cloak. "Hermione, when are you going to give up on this spew stuff?"
Harry had never shared this piece of information with anybody. He was very fond of his wand, and as far as he was concerned its relation to Voldemort's wand was something it couldn't help - rather as he couldn't help being related to Aunt Petunia. However, he really hoped that Mr. Ollivander wasn't about to tell the room about it. He had a funny feeling Rita Skeeter's Quick-Quotes Quill might just explode with excitement if he did.
But Harry had just seen Parvati and Lavender come in through the portrait hole. The time had come for drastic action.
Harry's insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.