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The spider leapt from Moody's hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
He gave a short and nasty laugh.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - THE UNFORGIVABLE CURSES
"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" said Hermione. "I suppose they wanted to be here to see it start."
"I'm telling you, that's not a normal girl!" said Ron, leaning sideways so he could keep a clear view of her. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"
"Listen, have you ever been down in the kitchens, Hermione?"
The color drained from Karkaroff's face as Harry watched. A terrible look of mingled fury and fear came over him.
"You know why Snape's in such a foul mood, don't you?" said Ron to Harry as they watched Hermione teaching Neville a Scouring Charm to remove the frog guts from under his fingernails.
"What are you on about?" said Ron in surprise.
"Please, sir - he's got to take his things with him," squeaked Cohn. "All the champions..."
Without another word, Professor Karkaroff swept his students away with him. Moody watched him until he was out of sight, his magical eye fixed upon his back, a look of intense dislike upon his mutilated face.
"We don't want to be in there with all that noise," she said. "Let's see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy."
Moody had just entered the room. He limped toward the fire, and with every right step he took, there was a loud clunk.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
She was pointing up at the staff table. The two remaining empty seats had just been filled. Ludo Bagman was now sitting on Professor Karkaroff's other side, while Mr.
Bagman wiped his round, boyish face with his handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch, who was standing outside the circle of the firelight, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked slightly eerie, the half darkness making him look much older, giving him an almost skull-like appearance. When he spoke, however, it was in his usual curt voice.？