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"No," said Moody slowly. "No, he didn't. It was I who did that."
The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:
He had reached the largest gap of all, and he stood surveying it with his blank, red eyes, as though he could see people standing there.
He was glad when Sirius broke the silence.
"You didn't... it - it can't be you. ..."
"Priori Incantatem," he muttered.
But Professor McGonagall's voice drowned Fudge's.
"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva -" Cornelius Fudge was saying loudly.
I wanted to attack them for their disloyalty to my master. My father had left the tent; he had gone to free the Muggles. Winky was afraid to see me so angry. She used her own brand of magic to bind me to her. She pulled me from the tent, pulled me into the forest, away from the Death Eaters. I tried to hold her back. I wanted to return to the campsite. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it. I used the stolen wand to cast the Dark Mark into the sky.
"But his journey back to me was not smooth, was it, Wormtail? For, hungry one night, on the edge of the very forest where he had hoped to find me, he foolishly stopped at an inn for some food . . . and who should he meet there, but one Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic.
Moodys wand was still pointing directly at Harry's heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the wall.
Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone. Harry stood up ...
"Which means," said Dumbledore slowly, his eyes upon Harry's face, "that some form of Cedric must have reappeared."
Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak in a flat, expressionless voice.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver stag faded from sight. Harry wished it could have stayed, he could have used some company...but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wand held high once more.,
"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years ... I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?"（央视记者 徐海霞）