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The door in the corner opened yet again. Six dementors entered this time, flanking a group of four people. Harry saw the people in the crowd turn to look up at Mr. Crouch.
said Snape quietly, once the rest of the class had settled down again.
But the boy was trying to fight off the dementors, even though Harry could see their cold, draining power starting to affect him. The crowd was jeering, some of them on their feet, as the woman swept out of the dungeon, and the boy continued to struggle.
Harry could see him sweating in the torchlight, his white skin contrasting strongly with the black of his hair and beard.
I've got a prize fer whoever picks the niffler that digs up most. Jus' take off all yer valuables, an' choose a niffler, an get ready ter set 'em loose."
"You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you, Hermione?" said Ron angrily as the kitchen door slammed shut behind them. "They won't want us visiting them now! We could've tried to get more stuff out of Winky about Crouch!"
"Bring them in," he said, and his voice echoed through the silent dungeon.
Dumbledore sighed again, and he looked older, and wearier, than ever.
"You don't think they know something about all this, do you?" Hermione whispered. "About Crouch and everything?"
He peered over the top of his half-moon spectacles at Harry, who was gaping at Snape's face, which was continuing to swirl around the bowl. "I was using the Pensieve when Mr.
the pile of cushions they had used for the Banishing Spell, which Flitwick had left in a cabinet. "Just try and fall backward!"
"Hermione's obsessed with house-elfs," Ron muttered to Sirius, casting Hermione a dark look. Sirius, however, looked interested.
He could hear voices from inside the office. He stepped off the moving staircase and hesitated, listening.
"Well, I was too busy seeing whether you and Harry were okay to-"
"Damn leg," he said furiously. "Would've been here quicker . . . what's happened? Snape said something about Crouch -"