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you something else too。。。 ah； yes。。。 your task is to collect the golden egg！〃
Harry glanced around。 Cedric had nodded once； to show that he understood Bagman's words； and then started pacing around the tent again； he looked slightly green。 Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all。 Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouths； that was certainly how Harry felt。 But they； at least； had volunteered for this。。
And in no time at all； hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent； their owners talking excitedly； laughing； joking。。。 Harry felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species。 And then…it seemed like about a second later to Harry…Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack。
〃Ladies first；〃 he said； offering it to Fleur Delacour。
She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny； perfect model of a dragon…a Welsh Green。 It had the number two around its neck And Harry knew； by the fact that Fleur showed no sign of surprise； but rather a determined resignation； that he had been right： Madame Maxime had told her what was ing。
The same held true for Krum。 He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball。 It had a number three around its neck。 He didn't even blink； just sat back down and stared at the ground。
Cedric put his hand into the bag； and out came the blueish…gray Swedish Short…Snout； the number one tied around its neck。 Knowing what was left； Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail； and the number four。 It stretched its wings as he looked down at it； and bared its minuscule fangs。
〃Well； there you are！〃 said Bagman。 〃You have each pulled out the dragon you will face； and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons； do you see？ Now； I'm going to have to leave you in a moment； because I'm mentating。 Mr。 Diggory； you're first； just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle； all right？ Now。。。 Harry。。。 could I have a quick word？ Outside？〃
〃Er。。。 yes；〃 said Harry blankly； and he got up and went out of the tent with Bagman； who walked him a short distance away； into the trees； and then turned to him with a fatherly expression on his face。
〃Feeling all right； Harry？ Anything I can get you？〃
〃What？〃 said Harry。 〃I…no； nothing。〃
〃Got a plan？〃 said Bagman； lowering his voice conspiratorially。 〃Because I don't mind sharing a few pointers； if you'd like them； you know。 I mean；〃 Bagman continued； lowering his voice still further； 〃you're the underdog here； Harry。。。 Anything I can do to help。。。〃
〃No；〃 said Harry so quickly he knew he had sounded rude； 〃no…I…I know what I'm going to do； thanks。〃
〃Nobody would know； Harry；〃 said Bagman； winking at him。
〃No； I'm fine；〃 said Harry； wondering why he kept telling people this； and wondering whether he had ever been less fine。 〃I've got a plan worked out； I…〃
A whistle had blown somewhere。
〃Good lord； I've got to run！〃 said Bagman in alarm； and he hurried off。
Harry walked back to the tent and saw Cedric emerging from it； greener than ever。 Harry tried to wish him luck as he walked past； but all that came out of his mouth was a sort of hoarse grunt。
Harry went back inside to Fleur and Krum。 Seconds hater； they heard the roar of the crowd； which meant Cedric had entered the enclosure and was now face…to…face with the living counterpart of his model。
It was worse than Harry could ever have imagined； sitting there and listening。 The crowd screamed。。。 yelled。。。 gasped like a single many…headed entity； as Cedric did whatever he was doing to get past the Swedish Short…Snout。 Krum was still staring at the ground。 Fleur had now taken to retracing Cedric's steps； around and around the tent。 And Bagman's mentary made everything much； much worse。。。 Horrible pictures formed in Harry's mind as he heard： 〃Oooh； narrow miss there； very narrow〃。。。 〃He's taking risks； this one！〃。。。 〃Clever move…pity it didn't work！〃
And then； after about fifteen minutes； Harry heard the deafening roar that could mean only one thing： Cedric had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg。
〃Very good indeed！〃 Bagman was shouting。 〃And now the marks from the judges！〃
But he didn't shout out the marks； Harry supposed the judges were holding them up and showing them to the crowd。
〃One down； three to go！〃 Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again。 〃Miss Delacour； if you please！〃
Fleur was trembling from head to foot； Harry felt more warmly toward her than he had done so far as she heft the tent with her head held high and her hand clutching her wand。 He and Krum were left alone； at opposite sides of the tent； avoiding each other's gaze。
The same process started again。。。 〃Oh I'm not sure that was wise！〃 they could hear Bagman shouting gleefully。 〃Oh。。。 nearly！ Careful now。。。 good lord； I thought she'd had it then！〃
Ten minutes later； Harry heard the crowd erupt into applause once more。。。 Fleur must have been successful too。 A pause； while Fleur's marks were being shown。。。 more clapping。。。 then； for the third time； the whistle。
〃And here es Mr。 Krum！〃 cried Bagman； and Krum slouched out； leaving Harry quite alone。
He felt much more aware of his body than usual； very aware of the way his heart was pumping fast； and his fingers tingling with fear。。。 yet at the same time； he seemed to be outside himself； seeing the walls of the tent； and hearing the crowd； as though from far away。
〃Very daring！〃 Bagman was yelling； and Harry heard the Chinese Fireball emit a horrible； roaring shriek； while the crowd drew its collective breath。 〃That's some nerve he's showing…and…yes； he's got the egg！〃
Applause shattered the wintery air like breaking glass； Krum had finished…it would be Harry's turn any moment。
He stood up； noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow。 He waited。 And then he heard the whistle blow。 He walked out through the entrance of the tent； the panic rising into a crescendo inside him。 And now he was walking past the trees； through a gap in the enclosure fence。
He saw everything in front of him as though it was a very highly colored dream。 There were hundreds and hundreds of faces staring down at him from stands that had been magicked there since he'd last stood on this spot。 And there was the Horntail； at the other end of the enclosure； crouched low over her clutch of eggs； her wings half…furled； her evil； yellow eyes upon him； a monstrous； scaly； black lizard； thrashing her spiked tail； heaving yard…long gouge marks in the hard ground。 The crowd was making a great deal of noise； but whether friendly or not； Harry didn't know or care。 It was time to do what he had to do。。。 to focus his mind； entirely and absolutely； upon the thing that was his only chance。
He raised his wand。
〃Accio Firebolt！〃 he shouted。
Harry waited； every fiber of him hoping； praying。。。 If it hadn't worked。。。 if it wasn't ing。。。 He seemed to be looking at everything around him through some sort of shimmering； transparent barrier； like a heat haze； which made the enclosure and the hundreds of faces around him swim strangely。。。
And then he heard it；