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Wonder how the Durmstrang students are getting back," said Ron. "D' you reckon they can steer that ship without Karkaroff?"
He let Harry keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to.
"Nah," said George gloomily. "Nothing like that. Stupid git. He wouldn't have the brains."
"He'll never keep Rita quiet," said Harry. "Not on a story like this."
Fudge sighed. "Well, of course they are," he said. "Killed in a room that was locked from the inside, wasn't she? We, on the other hand, know exactly who did it, not that that gets us any further toward catching him. And then there was Emmeline Vance, maybe you didn't hear about that one--"
"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry."
It had been his last, desperate hope.
The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs.
A scene of total devastation met their eyes. A grandfather clock lay splintered at their feet, its face cracked, its pendulum lying a little farther away like a dropped sword. A piano was on its side, its keys strewn across the floor. The wreckage of a fallen chandelier flittered nearby. Cushions lay deflated, feathers oozing from slashes in their sides; fragments of glass and china lay like powder over everything. Dumbledore raised his wand even higher, so that its light was thrown upon the walls, where something darkly red and glutinous was spattered over the wallpaper. Harry's small intake of breath made Dumbledore look around.
Snape's expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix, however, let out a cackle of triumphant laughter.
"I didn't. . ." Harry began, not entirely sure whether he was being reprimanded or not.
"My information has been conveyed directly to the Dark Lord," said Snape. "If he chooses not to share it with you —"
"You're quite right," said Dumbledore serenely, shaking back his sleeve to reveal the tips of those burned and blackened ringers; the sight of them made the back of Harry's neck prickle unpleasantly. "1 am undoubtedly slower than I was. But on the other hand . . ."
"When we saw Malfoy under that tree ..." said Ron slowly.
"Migh' be," he said evasively. "Now . . . who'd like ter come an' visit the las' skrewt with me? I was jokin' - jokin'!" he added hastily, seeing the looks on their faces.