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"Moody?" Harry muttered to Ron. "Mad-Eye Moody? The one your dad went to help this morning?"
"M-m-master. . ." Winky stammered, looking up at Mr. Crouch, her eyes brimming with tears. "M-m-master, p-p-please. . ."
"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you. . . . Now, behave, won't you? Won't you, Fred? And you, George?"
After fifteen more fast and furious minutes, Ireland had pulled ahead by ten more goals.
"I don't know," said Mr. Weasley.
"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He's seen it! Look at him go!"
And a thousand Galleons prize money!"
And she refused to eat another bite.
But Hermione was right, Harry thought irritably, Professor Trelawney really was an old fraud. He wasn't dreading anything at the moment at all. . . well, unless you counted his fears that Sirius had been caught. . . but what did Professor Trelawney know? He had long since come to the conclusion that her brand of fortunetelling was really no more than lucky guesswork and a spooky manner.
"Good day," said the misty voice of Professor Trelawney right behind Harry, making him jump.
"Sorry about this, Molly," it said, more calmly, "bothering you so early and everything...but Arthur's the only one who can get Mad-Eye off, and Mad-Eye's supposed to be starting his new job today. Why he had to choose last night. ."
Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him. Harry caught a glimpse of Cho, the Ravenclaw Seeker, cheering Stewart Ackerley as he sat down. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Ravenclaw table too.
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.
"Mr. Crouch's elf" said Percy, sounding thunderstruck.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
"They'll be fine," said Ron.
Winky was twisting the hem of her tea towel so violently that it was fraying beneath her fingers.
"Here at Hogwarts?"
"A detailed analysis of the way the planetary movements in the coming month will affect you, with reference to your personal chart," she snapped, sounding much more like Professor McGonagall than her usual airy-fairy self. "I want it ready to hand in next Monday, and no excuses!"
But none of the Ministry wizards apart from Mr. Crouch seemed to think it remotely likely that Harry, Ron, or Hermione had conjured the skull; on the contrary, at Hermione's words, they had all raised their wands again and were pointing in the direction she had indicated, squinting through the dark trees.
"The way they were treating her!" said Hermione furiously. "Mr. Diggory, calling her 'elf' all the time. . . and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was - it was like she wasn't even human!"？