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"Er," said Ron tentatively, "my dad told me about one.. . . Is it called the Imperius Curse, or something?"
Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swiveled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.
The Gryffindor fourth years were looking forward to Moody's first lesson so much that they arrived early on Thursday lunchtime and queued up outside his classroom before the bell had even rung. The only person missing was Hermione, who turned up just in time for the lesson.
Harry went through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him.
He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.
"Testing. . . my name is Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter."
Crouch, Percy's boss, was next to Madame Maxime.
"No," said Harry.
"I'm not teiling him anything," Hermione said shortly. "Tell him yourself. It's the only way to sort this out."
We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention - watch his eyes, that's where you see it - very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"
. how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutes into the first task's my bet."
Ron gave Harry a startled look.
"Ask Ron if you can borrow -"
"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.