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"Who?" said Ron curiously.
"Keep your wand at the ready, Harry," he said brightly.
A third twitch of the wand, and a dusty bottle and five glasses appeared in midair. The bottle tipped and poured a generous measure of honey-colored liquid into each of the glasses, which then floated to each person in the room.
"Of course you can," said Snape, sneering. "But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do."
When everyone had once again resumed their seats, Dumbledore continued, "The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened - of Lord Voldemorts return - such ties are more important than ever before."
"There was no need to stick the wand in that hard," he said gruffly, clambering to his feet. "It hurt."
I told you not to hang around with riffraff like this!" He jerked his head at Ron and Hermione. "Too late now. Potter! They'll be the first to go, now the Dark Lord's back!
There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys' car.
Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away.
"There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with Cedrics death,"
"Yeah," said Harry in relief, "yeah, I'll do that. Er — Kreacher — I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other house-elves."
"You'd better hurry up!" Ron called loudly after her. "The carriages'll be here in a minute!"
Dumbledore turned to see Slughorn standing breathless in the doorway to the sitting room.
She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids.
Fudge had talked for more than an hour. At one point, he had refused to say a certain name aloud and wrote it instead on a piece of parchment, which he had thrust into the Prime Minister's whiskey-free hand. When at last Fudge had stood up to leave, the Prime Minister had stood up too.