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"I asked you whether you want me to do that again," said Voldemort softly. "Answer me!
"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them.
Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eater lay flat upon the ground, gasping.
But then, through the mist in front of him, he saw, with an icy surge of terror, the dark outline of a man, tall and skeletally thin, rising slowly from inside the cauldron.
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around.
Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father's body. He became a
Harry felt a chill in his stomach as Professor McGonagall struggled to find words to describe what had happened. He did not need her to finish her sentence. He knew what the dementor must have done. It had administered its fatal kiss to Barty Crouch. It had sucked his soul out through his mouth. He was worse than dead.
The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells. Horrified, Harry began sprinting up his path, trying to find a way into Cedric's. When none appeared, he tried the Reductor Curse again. It wasn't very effective, but it burned a small hole in the hedge through which Harry forced his leg, kicking at the thick brambles and branches until they broke and made an opening; he struggled through it, tearing his robes, and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching on the ground, Krum standing over him.
Harry tried to get up, but Moody pushed him back down.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge demanded of Mrs. Weasley.
Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.
"The Reverse Spell effect?" said Sirius sharply.
"In here. Harry ... in here, and sit down. . . . You'll be all right now . . . drink this. ..."
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
It was a sphinx. It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her long, almond-shaped eyes upon Harry as he approached. He raised his wand, hesitating. She was not crouching as if to spring, but pacing from side to side of the path, blocking his progress. Then she spoke, in a deep, hoarse voice.（央视记者 徐海霞）