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"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva -" Cornelius Fudge was saying loudly.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
Voldemort laughed again. Up and down he paced, looking all around him as he walked, and the snake continued to circle in the grass.
"We can leave that till morning, can't we, Dumbledore?" said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harrys shoulder. "Let him have a sleep. Let him rest."
"That will do," said Voldemort.
"Also cleared! Now working for the Ministry!"
"And the Death Eaters came . . . and then we dueled. ..."
"What were you doing out of your dormitory at four in the morning?" said Bill, surveying his mother with amazement.
"So ... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"
Girls were screaming, sobbing hysterically.... The scene flickered oddly before Harry's eyes. . . .
"Made a potion . . . got his body back. . . ."
"You'll see me very soon. Harry," said Sirius, turning to him. "I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you?"
"Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup," said Dumbledore.
A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams. ... He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would pass. . . .
They had reached the stone gargoyle. Dumbledore gave the password, it sprang aside, and he and Harry went up the moving spiral staircase to the oak door. Dumbledore pushed it open. Sirius was standing there. His face was white and gaunt as it had been when he had escaped Azkaban. In one swift moment, he had crossed the room.
Harry suddenly became aware that Fawkes had left his knee. The phoenix had fluttered to the floor. It was resting its beautiful head against Harry's injured leg, and thick, pearly tears were falling from its eyes onto the wound left by the spider. The pain vanished. The skin mended. His leg was repaired.
He was looking down into a kind of pit, an underground room, and lying on the floor some ten feet below, apparently fast asleep, thin and starved in appearance, was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his grizzled hair were missing. Harry stared, thunderstruck, between the sleeping Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody lying on the floor of the office.（央视记者 徐海霞）