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"Master Barty, you bad boy!" whispered Winky, tears trickling between her fingers.
A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare to step back from him.
She moved away. Harry gaped after her.
"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them.
Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby ... or was it merely a bundle of robes?
"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"
"He spoke to me," Harry said. He was suddenly shaking again. "The . . . the ghost Cedric, or whatever he was, spoke."
"Why is she coming to nose into my masters private business?" sobbed Winky. "Why isn't she leaving us be?"
Snape had not yelled or jumped backward, but the look on his face was one of mingled fury and horror.
"I'll take Harry, Dumbledore, I'll take him -"
Moody's magical eye had now left the door. It was fixed upon Harry. His lopsided mouth leered more widely than ever.
"But his journey back to me was not smooth, was it, Wormtail? For, hungry one night, on the edge of the very forest where he had hoped to find me, he foolishly stopped at an inn for some food . . . and who should he meet there, but one Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic.
He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric's body, lying on the ground beside the cup.
He was looking at the wand Moody was pointing at him. This was a bad joke, it had to be.
"Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble, Amos!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "I would have thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry!"
He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead ends. Twice he took the same wrong turning. Finally, he found a new route and started to jog along it, his wandlight waving, making his shadow flicker and distort on the hedge walls. Then he rounded another corner and found himself facing a Blast-Ended Skrewt.。