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screwed up with fear. . . and, almost immediately -"
"Then flee," said Snapes voice curtly. "Flee - I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."
A door slammed. Harry was left staring down at Moody, who placed his staff on the bottommost stair and started to climb laboriously toward him, a dull clunk on every other step.
"Hear it?" said Myrtle.
"What is this thing?" said Moody, drawing the Marauder's Map out of his pocket and unfolding it.
Can I borrow this?"
"Put it this way. Potter," Moody muttered finally, "they say old Mad-Eye's obsessed with catching Dark wizards . . . but I'm nothing - nothing - compared to Barty Crouch."
By the evening before the second task. Harry felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. He was fully aware that even if, by some miracle, he managed to find a suitable spell, he'd have a real job mastering it overnight. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn't he got to work on the egg's clue sooner? Why had he ever let his mind wander in class - what if a teacher had once mentioned how to breathe underwater?
"Like you and Ron did, you mean," said Hermione.
Percy had bustled over, rubbing his hands together and looking extremely pompous.
"Reckon they were after potion ingredients, eh?" said Moody. "Not hiding anything else in your office, are you?"
"I just thought you'd want to take advantage of the common room being quiet," she said.
It was awkward moving under the cloak tonight, because Harry had the heavy egg under one arm and the map held in front of his nose with the other. However, the moonlit corridors were empty and silent, and by checking the map at strategic intervals, Harry was able to ensure that he wouldn't run into anyone he wanted to avoid. When he reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, he located the right door, leaned close to it, and muttered the password, "Pine fresh," just as Cedric had told him.
Harry wanted very much to ask whether Mr. Crouch had stopped calling Percy "Weatherby"
Harry swirled around, staring about. Something sharp . . . anything . . .