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"What happened?" he asked more urgently.
"Come along, Potter," she whispered. The thin line of her mouth was twitching as though she was about to cry. "Come along . . . hospital wing ..."
"My father's bone, naturally, meant that we would have to come here, where he was buried.
"I will," said Harry, his face screwed up with the effort of holding the wand.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - THE DEATH EATERS
"Should we leave him here?" Cedric muttered.
"Well, you're the one who's supposed to be researching magical methods of bugging!" said Harry. "You tell me how she did it!"
"So what happens when a wand meets its brother?" said Sirius.
He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.
"This is really nice of you," Harry muttered to Mrs. Weasley. "I thought for a moment -the Dursleys -"
But the door opened, and Dumbledore came sweeping up the ward.
"A little break," said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "a little pause . . . That hurt, didn't it. Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"
But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup. Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light.
"Stun him!" he heard Voldemort scream.
"Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric had made the suggestion rather than him.