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〃Dunno；〃 said Fred； 〃but it's them we'll have to fool。 I reckon a couple of drops of Aging Potion might do it； George。。。〃
〃Dumbledore knows you're not of age； though；〃 said Ron。
〃Yeah； but he's not the one who decides who the champion is； is he？〃 said Fred shrewdly。 〃Sounds to me like once this judge knows who wants to enter； he'll choose the best from each school and never mind how old they are。 Dumbledore's trying to stop us giving our names。〃
〃People have died； though！〃 said Hermione in a worried voice as they walked through a door concealed behind a tapestry and started up another； narrower staircase。
〃Yeah；〃 said Fred airily； 〃but that was years ago； wasn't it？ Anyway； where's the fun without a bit of risk？ Hey； Ron； what if we find out how to get 'round Dumbledore？ Fancy entering？〃
〃What d'you reckon？〃 Ron asked Harry。 〃Be cool to enter； wouldn't it？ But I s'pose they might want someone older。。。 Dunno if we've learned enough。。。
〃I definitely haven't；〃 came Nevihle's gloomy voice from behind Fred and George。
〃I expect my gran'd want me to try； though。 She's always going on about how I should be upholding the family honor。 I'll just have to…oops。。。〃
Neville's foot had sunk right through a step halfway up the staircase。 There were many of these trick stairs at Hogwarts； it was second nature to most of the older students to jump this particular step； but Neville's memory was notoriously poor。 Harry and Ron seized him under the armpits and pulled him out； while a suit of armor at the top of the stairs creaked and clanked； laughing wheezily。
〃Shut it； you；〃 said Ron； banging down its visor as they passed。 They made their way up to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower； which was concealed behind a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress。
〃Password？〃 she said as they approached。
〃Balderdash；〃 said George； 〃a prefect downstairs told me。〃
The portrait swung forward to reveal a hole in the wall through which they all climbed。 A crackling fire warmed the circular mon room； which was full of squashy armchairs and tables。 Hermione cast the merrily dancing flames a dark look； and Harry distinctly heard her mutter 〃Slave labor〃 before bidding them good night and disappearing through the doorway to the girls' dormitory。
Harry； Ron； and Neville climbed up the last； spiral staircase until they reached their own dormitory； which was situated at the top of the tower。 Five four…poster beds with deep crimson hangings stood against the walls； each with its owner's trunk at the foot。 Dean and Seamus were already getting into bed； Seamus had pinned his Ireland rosette to his headboard； and Dean had tacked up a poster of Viktor Krum over his bedside table。 His old poster of the West Ham football team was pinned right next to it。
〃Mental；〃 Ron sighed； shaking his head at the pletely stationary soccer players。
Harry； Ron； and Neville got into their pajamas and into bed。 Someone…a house…elf； no doubt…had placed warming pans between the sheets。 It was extremely fortable； lying there in bed and listening to the storm raging outside。
〃I might go in for it； you know；〃 Ron said sleepily through the darkness； 〃if Fred and George find out how to。。。 the tournament。。。 you never know； do you？〃
〃S'pose not。。。〃
Harry rolled over in bed； a series of dazzling new pictures forming in his mind's eye。。。 He had hoodwinked the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen。。。 he had bee Hogwarts champion。。。 he was standing on the grounds； his arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school； all of whom were applauding and screaming。。。 he had just won the Triwizard Tournament。 Cho's face stood out particularly clearly in the blurred crowd； her face glowing with admiration。。。
Harry grinned into his pillow； exceptionally glad that Ron couldn't see what he could。
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MAD…EYE MOODY
The storm had blown itself out by the following morning； though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy； heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry； Ron； and Hermione examined their new course schedules at breakfast。 A few seats along； Fred； George； and Lee Jordan were discussing magical methods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament。
〃Today's not bad。。。 outside all morning；〃 said Ron； who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule。 〃Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures。。。 damn it； we're still with the Slytherins。。。〃
〃Double Divination this afternoon；〃 Harry groaned； looking down。 Divination was his least favorite subject； apart from Potions。 Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death； which he found extremely annoying。
〃You should have given it up like me； shouldn't you？〃 said Hermione briskly； buttering herself some toast。 〃Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy。〃
〃You're eating again； I notice；〃 said Ron； watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too。
〃I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights；〃 said Hermione haughtily。
〃Yeah。。。 and you were hungry；〃 said Ron； grinning。
There was a sudden rustling noise above them； and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows carrying the morning mail。 Instinctively； Harry looked up； but there was no sign of white among the mass of brown and gray。 The owls circled the tables； looking for the people to whom their letters and packages were addressed。 A large tawny owl soared down to Neville Longbottom and deposited a parcel into his lap…Neville almost always forgot to pack something。 On the other side of the Hall Draco Malfoy's eagle owl had landed on his shoulder； carrying what looked like his usual supply of sweets and cakes from home。 Trying to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach； Harry returned to his porridge。 Was it possible that something had happened to Hedwig； and that Sirius hadn't even got his letter？
His preoccupation lasted all the way across the sodden vegetable patch until they arrived in greenhouse three； but here he was distracted by Professor Sprout showing the class the ugliest plants Harry had ever seen。 Indeed； they looked less like plants than thick； black； giant slugs； protruding vertically out of the soil。 Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large； shiny swellings upon it； which appeared to be full of liquid。
〃Bubotubers；〃 Professor Sprout told them briskly。 〃They need squeezing。 You will collect the pus…〃
〃The what？〃 said Seamus Finnigan； sounding revolted。
〃Pus； Finnigan； pus；〃 said Professor Sprout； 〃and it's extremely valuable； so don't waste it。 You will collect the pus； I say； in these bottles。 Wear your dragon…hide gloves； it can do funny things to the skin when undiluted； bubotuber pus。〃
Squeezing the bubotubers was disgusting； but oddly satisfying。 As each swelling was popped； a large amount of thick yellowish…green liquid burst forth； which smelled strongly of petrol。 They caught it in the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated； and by the end of the lesson had collected several pints。
〃This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy；〃 said Professor Sprout