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"You is killed him! You is killed him! You is killed Master's son!"
"I offered to carry the Triwizard Cup into the maze before dinner," whispered Barty Crouch. "Turned it into a Portkey. My master's plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honored by him beyond the dreams of wizards."
But Harry had suddenly remembered. He should have told Dumbledore, he should have said it straightaway -
"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"
"There you are, are you?" he said, looking Harry up and down.
Harry looked between them, then said, "Mrs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend."
"And then, not even a year ago, when I had almost abandoned hope, it happened at last...
No one spoke. No one moved except Wormtail, who was upon the ground, still sobbing over his bleeding arm.
"No," said Cedric.
Then he heard whispering around him.
Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand.
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.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore's eyes. But next second. Harry was sure he had imagined it, for when Dumbledore had returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and weary as Harry had ever seen him.
Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before . . . and then the picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.（央视记者 徐海霞）