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rate　this。　It　was　plain　that　the　Hufflepuffs　felt　that　Harry　had　stolen　their　champion's　glory；　a　feeling　exacerbated；　perhaps；　by　the　fact　that　Hufflepuff　House　very　rarely　got　any　glory；　and　that　Cedric　was　one　of　the　few　who　had　ever　given　them　any；　having　beaten　Gryffindor　once　at　Quidditch。　Ernie　Macmillan　and　Justin　FinchFletchley；　with　whom　Harry　normally　got　on　very　well；　did　not　talk　to　him　even　though　they　were　repotting　Bouncing　Bulbs　at　the　same　tray…though　they　did　laugh　rather　unpleasantly　when　one　of　the　Bouncing　Bulbs　wriggled　free　from　Harry's　grip　and　smacked　him　hard　in　the　face。　Ron　wasn't　talking　to　Harry　either。　Hermione　sat　between　them；　making　very　forced　conversation；　but　though　both　answered　her　normally；　they　avoided　making　eye　contact　with　each　other。　Harry　thought　even　Professor　Sprout　seemed　distant　with　him…but　then；　she　was　Head　of　Hufflepuff　House。
　　　He　would　have　been　looking　forward　to　seeing　Hagrid　under　normal　circumstances；　but　Care　of　Magical　Creatures　meant　seeing　the　Slytherins　too…the　first　time　he　would　e　face…to…face　with　them　since　being　champion。
　　　Predictably；　Malfoy　arrived　at　Hagrid's　cabin　with　his　familiar　sneer　firmly　in　place。
　　　〃Ah；　look；　boys；　it's　the　champion；〃　he　said　to　Crabbe　and　Goyle　the　moment　he　got　within　earshot　of　Harry。　〃Got　your　autograph　books？　Better　get　a　signature　now；　because　I　doubt　he's　going　to　be　around　much　longer。。。　Half　the　Triwizard　champions　have　died。。。　how　long　d'you　reckon　you're　going　to　last；　Potter？　Ten　minutes　into　the　first　task's　my　bet。〃
　　　Crabbe　and　Goyle　guffawed　sycophantically；　but　Malfoy　had　to　stop　there；　because　Hagrid　emerged　from　the　back　of　his　cabin　balancing　a　teetering　tower　of　crates；　each　containing　a　very　large　Blast…Ended　Skrewt。　To　the　class's　horror；　Hagrid　proceeded　to　explain　that　the　reason　the　skrewts　had　been　killing　one　another　was　an　excess　of　pent…up　energy；　and　that　the　solution　would　be　for　each　student　to　fix　a　leash　on　a　skrewt　and　take　it　for　a　short　walk。　The　only　good　thing　about　this　plan　was　that　it　distracted　Malfoy　pletely。
　　　〃Take　this　thing　for　a　walk？〃　he　repeated　in　disgust；　staring　into　one　of　the　boxes。　〃And　where　exactly　are　we　supposed　to　fix　the　leash？　Around　the　sting；　the　blasting　end；　or　the　sucker？〃
　　　〃Roun'　the　middle；〃　said　Hagrid；　demonstrating。　〃Er…yeh　might　want　ter　put　on　yer　dragon…hide　gloves；　jus'　as　an　extra　precaution；　like。　Harry…you　e　here　an'　help　me　with　this　big　one。。。
　　　Hagrid's　real　intention；　however；　was　totalk　to　Harry　away　from　the　rest　of　the　class。　He　waited　until　everyone　else　had　set　off　with　their　skrewts；　then　turned　to　Harry　and　said；　very　seriously；　〃So…yer　petin'；　Harry。　In　the　tournament。　School　champion。〃
　　　〃One　of　the　champions；〃　Harry　corrected　him。
　　　Hagrid's　beetle…black　eyes　looked　very　anxious　under　his　wild　eyebrows。
　　　〃No　idea　who　put　yeh　in　fer　it；　Harry？〃
　　　〃You　believe　I　didn't　do　it；　then？〃　said　Harry；　concealing　with　difficulty　the　rush　of　gratitude　he　felt　at　Hagrid's　words。
　　　〃Course　I　do；〃　Hagrid　grunted。　〃Yeh　say　it　wasn'　you；　an'　I　believe　yeh…an'　Dumbledore　believes　yer；　an'　all。〃
　　　〃Wish　I　knew　who　did　do　it；〃　said　Harry　bitterly。
　　　The　pair　of　them　looked　out　over　the　lawn；　the　class　was　widely　scattered　now；　and　all　in　great　difficulty。　The　skrewts　were　now　over　three　feet　long；　and　extremely　powerful。　No　longer　shell…less　and　colorless；　they　had　developed　a　kind　of　thick；　grayish；　shiny　armor。　They　looked　like　a　cross　between　giant　scorpions　and　elongated　crabs…but　still　without　recognizable　heads　or　eyes。　They　had　bee　immensely　strong　and　very　hard　to　control。
　　　〃Look　like　they're　havin'　fun；　don'　they？〃　Hagrid　said　happily。　Harry　assumed　he　was　talking　about　the　skrewts；　because　his　classmates　certainly　weren't；　every　now　and　then；　with　an　alarming　bang；　one　of　the　skrewts'　ends　would　explode；　causing　it　to　shoot　forward　several　yards；　and　more　than　one　person　was　being　dragged　along　on　their　stomach；　trying　desperately　to　get　back　on　their　feet。
　　　〃Ah；　I　don'　know；　Harry；〃　Hagrid　sighed　suddenly；　looking　back　down　at　him　with　a　worried　expression　on　his　face。　〃School　champion。。。　everythin'　seems　ter　happen　ter　you；　doesn'　it？〃
　　　Harry　didn't　answer。　Yes；　everything　did　seem　to　happen　to　him。。。　that　was　more　or　less　what　Hermione　had　said　as　they　had　walked　around　the　lake；　and　that　was　the　reason；　according　to　her；　that　Ron　was　no　longer　talking　to　him。
　　　
　　　The　next　few　days　were　some　of　Harry's　worst　at　Hogwarts。　The　closest　he　had　ever　e　to　feeling　like　this　had　been　during　those　months；　in　his　second　year；　when　a　large　part　of　the　school　had　suspected　him　of　attacking　his　fellow　students。　But　Ron　had　been　on　his　side　then。　He　thought　he　could　have　coped　with　the　rest　of　the　school's　behavior　if　he　could　just　have　had　Ron　back　as　a　friend；　but　he　wasn't　going　to　try　and　persuade　Ron　to　talk　to　him　if　Ron　didn't　want　to。　Nevertheless；　it　was　lonely　with　dislike　pouring　in　on　him　from　all　sides。
　　　He　could　understand　the　Hufflepuffs'　attitude；　even　if　he　didn't　like　it；　they　had　their　own　champion　to　support。　He　expected　nothing　less　than　vicious　insults　from　the　Slytherins…he　was　highly　unpopular　there　and　always　had　been；　because　he　had　helped　Gryffindor　beat　them　so　often；　both　at　Quidditch　and　in　the　Inter…House　Championship。　But　he　had　hoped　the　Ravenclaws　might　have　found　it　in　their　hearts　to　support　him　as　much　as　Cedric。　He　was　wrong；　however。　Most　Ravenclaws　seemed　to　think　that　he　had　been　desperate　to　earn　himself　a　bit　more　fame　by　tricking　the　goblet　into　accepting　his　name。
　　　Then　there　was　the　fact　that　Cedric　looked　the　part　of　a　champion　so　much　more　than　he　did。　Exceptionally　handsome；　with　his　straight　nose；　dark　hair；　and　gray　eyes；　it　was　hard　to　say　who　was　receiving　more　admiration　these　days；　Cedric　or　Viktor　Krum。　Harry　actually　saw　the　same　sixth…year　girls　who　had　been　so　keen　to　get　Krum's　autograph　begging　Cedric　to　sign　their　school　bags　one　lunchtime。
　　　Meanwhile　there　was　no　reply　from　Sirius；　Hedwig　was　refusing　to　e　anywhere　near　him；　Professor　Trelawney　was　predicting　his　death　with　even　more　certainty　than　usual；　and　he　did　so　badly　at　Summoning　Charms　in　Professor　Flitwick's　class　that　he　was　given　extra　homework…the　only　person　to　get　any；　apart　from　Neville。
　　　〃It's　really　not　that　difficult；　Harry；〃　Hermione　tried　to　reassure　him　as　they　left　Flitwick's　class…she　had　been　making　objects　zoom　across　the　room　to　her　all　lesson；　as　though　she　were　some　sort　of　weird　magnet　for　board　dusters；　wastepaper　baskets；　and　lunascopes。　〃You　just　weren't　concentrating　properly…〃
　　　〃Wonder　why　that　was；〃　said　Harry　darkly　as　Cedric　Diggory　walked　past；　surrounded　by　a　large　group　of　simpering　girls；　all　of　whom　looked　at　Harry　as　though　he　were　a　particularly　large　Blast…Ended　Skrewt。　〃Still…never　mind；　eh？　Double　Potions　to　look　forward　to　this　afternoon。。。〃
　　　Double　Potions　was　always　a　horrible　experience；　but　these　days　it　was　nothing　short　of　torture。　Being　shut　in　a　dungeon　for　an　hour　and　a　half　with　Snape　and　the　Slytherins；　all　of　whom　seemed　determined　to　punish　Harry　as　much　as　possible　for　daring　to　bee　school　champion；　was　about　the　most　unpleasant　thing　Harry　could　imagine。　He　had　already　struggled　through　one　Friday's　worth；　with　Hermione　sitting　next　to　him　intoning　〃ignore　them；　ignore　them；　ignore　them〃　under　her　breath；　and　he　couldn't　see　why　today　should　be　any　better。
　　　When　he　and　Hermione　arrived　at　Snape's　dungeon　after　lunch；　they　found　the　Slytherins　waiting　outside；　each　and　every　one　of　them　wearing　a　large　badge　on　the　front　of　his　or　her　robes。　For　one　wild　moment　Harry　thought　they　were　S。　P。　E。　W。　badges…then　he　saw　that　they　all　bore　the　same　message；　in　luminous　red　letters　that　burnt　brightly　in　the　dimly　lit　underground　passage：
　　　
　　　SUPPORT　CEDRIC　DIGGORY…
　　　THE　REAL　HOGWARTS　CHAMPION！
　　　
　　　〃Like　them；　Potter？〃　said　Malfoy　loudly　as　Harry　approached。　〃And　this　isn't　all　they　do…look！〃
　　　He　pressed　his　badge　into　his　chest；　and　the　message　upon　it　vanished；　to　be　replaced　by　another　one；　which　glowed　green：
　　　
　　　POTTER　STINKS！
　　　
　　　The　Slytherins　howled　with　laughter。　Each　of　them　pressed　their　badges