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"So you think . . . that dream . . . did it really happen?"
"That's right," said Harry.
"I see," said Dumbledore quietly. "I see. Now, has your scar hurt at any other time this year, excepting the time it woke you up over the summer?"
"She had to go to the hospital wing," said Ron.
"We weren't talking." Harry finished the sentence for him. "Yeah, but blackmail..."
"Good training for when we're all Aurors," said Ron excitedly, attempting the Impediment Curse on a wasp that had buzzed into the room and making it stop dead in midair.
As I am constantly telling the Daily Prophet, Mr. Crouch is taking a well-deserved break.
He and Fred left the Owlery. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at one another.
"And Mr. Crouch evaporated, did he?" said Hermione coldly.
"Yes," said Dumbledore, prodding the thoughts in the basin again; Bertha sank back into them, and they became silvery and opaque once more. "That was Bertha as I remember her at school."
Suddenly a man staggered out from behind a tall oak. For a moment, Harry didn't recognize him . . . then he realized it was Mr. Crouch.
One of his names was worthless.
Harry walked inside. He had been inside Dumbledore's office once before; it was a very beautiful, circular room, lined with pictures of previous headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts, all of whom were fast asleep, their chests rising and falling gently.
"Winky - hic - is not only - hic - doing housework for Mr. Crouch!" Winky squeaked indignantly, swaying worse than ever and slopping butterbeer down her already heavily stained blouse. "Master is - hic - trusting Winky with - hic - the most important - hic - the most secret..."
Somebody was climbing the steps up to the Owlery. Harry could hear two voices arguing, coming closer and closer.