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"What are you doing here, Potter?"
Parseltongue, the ability to converse with snakes, has long been considered a Dark Art.
Unwilling to go back to Gryffindor Tower and listen to Ron and Hermione snarling at each other, Harry watched Hagrid digging until the darkness swallowed him and the owls around Harry began to awake, swooshing past him into the night.
there was a third disappearance, one which the Ministry, I regret to say, do not consider of any importance, for it concerns a Muggle. His name was Frank Bryce, he lived in the village where Voldemort's father grew up, and he has not been seen since last August.
Harry looked up at Crouch and saw that he looked gaunter and grayer than ever before. A nerve was twitching in his temple.
He transformed into the great black dog before they left the cave, and they walked back down the mountainside with him, across the boulder-strewn ground, and back to the stile.
Sirius stared at the cave wall, then made a grimace of frustration.
"What is this rubbish?" said Snape, his black eyes glittering. "What are you talking about?"
"He's okay," said Harry. "He keeps offering to help me with the Triwizard Tournament."
Hermione flushed pink with pleasure.
"We seemply 'ave to get through the maze?" said Fleur.
Dumbledore . . ."
"What is it?" Harry asked shakily.
Then, at half past one, they made their way up the High Street, past Dervish and Banges, and out toward the edge of the village.
"Yes," said Harry. Then, feeling it was pointless to pretend that he hadn't overheard what they had been saying, he added, "I didn't see Madame Maxime anywhere, though, and she'd have a job hiding, wouldn't she?"