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"That's better, Harry, that's loads better," Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased.
But Harry was looking at Ron, who was very white and staring at Harry as though he were a ghost.
"Can't house-elves speak their minds about their masters, then?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, it can see through Invisibility Cloaks," Moody said quietly. "And it's come in useful at times, I can tell you."
up you get now. ."
"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"
Moody limped around the table and bent down; Harry thought he was reading the S.P.E.W.
"Oh come on," he said impatiently, "we need partners, we're going to look really stupid if we haven't got any, everyone else has . . ."
"Cheers, Hagrid," said Harry, grinning.
"Yeah, thanks!" Ron shouted over his shoulder.
And in no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking. . . . Harry felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species. And then - it seemed like about a second later to Harry - Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.
"Nice and easy does the trick, Potter," he growled.
It was Fred and George. They sat down at the table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione as Ron felt how much damage had been done.
The heavy book soared out of Hermione's hand, flew across the room, and Harry caught it.
"I'm -" For a second, Harry tried to say "fine" - but he couldn't do it. Before he could stop himself, he was talking more than he'd talked in days - about how no one believed he hadn't entered the tournament of his own free will, how Rita Skeeter had lied about him in the Daily Prophet, how he couldn't walk down a corridor without being sneered at - and about Ron, Ron not believing him, Ron's jealousy...