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At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.
"I'll take your word for it," said Ron, helping himself to black pudding.
If Sirius came back and got caught, it would be his, Harry's, fault. Why hadn't he kept his mouth shut? A few seconds' pain and he'd had to blab. . . . If he'd just had the sense to keep it to himself.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.
Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
"If anyone's got reason to complain, it's Potter," growled Moody, "but. . . funny thing.
It was true; half the students in the Hall were now waiting behind them, looking over one another's shoulders to see what was causing the holdup.
When they went down to breakfast on the morning of the thirtieth of October, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffiindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.
"Now, if there's no countercurse, why am I showing you? Because you've got to know.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"
"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.
"The lake!" yelled Lee Jordan, pointing down at it. "Look at the lake!"
"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary!
He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced by another one, which glowed green:
Harry was able to answer that at once. Yes, someone wanted him dead, someone had wanted him dead ever since he had been a year old. . . Lord Voldemort. But how could Voldemort have ensured that Harry's name got into the Goblet of Fire? Voldemort was supposed to be far away, in some distant country, in hiding, alone. . . feeble and powerless....