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"You two," counseled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and Hermione, "you stick close to Potter, all right? I'm keeping an eye on things, but all the same . . . you can never have too many eyes out."
Harry pulled open his bag and handed over the bundle of chicken legs and bread.
"Father, I didn't!" shrieked the boy in chains below. "I didn't, I swear it. Father, don't send me back to the dementors -"
"Told you," said Ron, looking meaningfully at Sirius, "told you she's obsessed with house -"
"You stay here with him!" Harry said to Krum. "I'll get Dumbledore, I'll be quicker, I know where his office is -"
It is possible, say top experts at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, that Potters brain was affected by the attack inflicted upon him by You-Know-Who, and that his insistence that the scar is still hurting is an expression of his deep-seated confusion.
A few of them whispered to one another.
"Oh yeah . . ."
Imagine having to live off rats."
"Ah, I was forgetting . . . you don't like the dementors, do you, Albus?" said Moody with a sardonic smile.
"This? It is called a Pensieve," said Dumbledore. "I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind."
The bell rang. They hastily shoved the cushions back into Flitwicks cupboard and slipped out of the classroom.
"Yeah, but Bagman didn't pass information on purpose, did he?"
"Cockroach Cluster?" he said, amazed. "I was only joking. ..."
Mr. Crouch's eyes were bulging. He stood staring at the tree, muttering soundlessly at it. Then he staggered sideways and fell to his knees.