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"Good heavens," said Professor McGonagall, stopping dead and staring down at the man on the floor.
"S'pose so," Harry said to Ron; but just then. Professor McGonagall came walking alongside the Gryffindor table toward him.
It was several minutes before Dumbledore spoke again.
"What?" said Harry.
"The other arm, Wormtail."
"Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?"
"He took stuff from his father's grave, and from Wormtail, and me," said Harry. His head felt clearer; his scar wasn't hurting so badly; he could now see Moodys face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the distant Quidditch field.
"Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did.
Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand.
"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"
She flung herself forward onto the young man's chest.
"I must go downstairs," he said finally. "I must see the Diggorys. Harry - take the rest of your potion. I will see all of you later."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - PRIORI INCANTATEM
"She told me that the Triwizard Tournament would be played at Hogwarts this year. She told me that she knew of a faithful Death Eater who would be only too willing to help me, if I could only contact him. She told me many things. . . but the means I used to break the Memory Charm upon her were powerful, and when I had extracted all useful information from her, her mind and body were both damaged beyond repair. She had now served her purpose. I could not possess her. I disposed of her."
But when he reached the part where the golden beam of light had connected his and Voldemort's wands, he found his throat obstructed. He tried to keep talking, but the memories of what had come out of Voldemort's wand were flooding into his mind. He could see Cedric emerging, see the old man, Bertha Jorkins ... his father . . . his mother . .