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I must be out of my mind.

I’m definitely out of my mind.

I’d try putting it in the water if I were you.

Myrtle!

Hello, Harry.

Long time no see.

I was circling a blocked drain the other day…

…and could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion.

Not being a bad boy again, are you, Harry?

Polyjuice Potion?

Kicked the habit. Myrtle, did you say, “Try putting it in the water”?

That’s what he did.

The other boy…

…the handsome one…

…Cedric.

Well, go on. Open it.

Come seek us Where our voices sound

We cannot sing Above the ground

An hour long you’ll have to look

To recover what we took

Myrtle…

…there aren’t merpeople in the Black Lake, are there?

Very good.

It took Cedric ages to riddle it out.

Almost all the bubbles were gone.

Harry, tell me again.

“Come seek us where our voices sound.”

The Black Lake, that’s obvious.

“An hour long you’ll have to look.”

Again, obvious. Though, admittedly, potentially problematic.

“Potentially problematic”?

When’s the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

Look, Harry, we can do this. The three of us can figure it out.

Hate to break up the skull session.

Professor McGonagall wants you in her office.

Not you, Potter, just Weasley and Granger.

But, sir, the second task is only hours away, and…

Exactly. Presumably Potter is well prepared by now…

…and could do with a good night’s sleep.

Go. Now!

Longbottom!

Why don’t you help Potter put his books back.

You know, if you’re interested in plants…

…you’d be better off with Goshawk’s Guide to Herbology.

Do you know there’s a wizard in Nepal who’s growing gravity-resistant trees?

Neville, no offense, but I really don’t care about plants.

Now, if there’s…

…a Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour…

…then great. But otherwise…

I don’t know about a turnip. But you could always use gillyweed.

Any bets? Any bets?

Come on, place your bets!

Step up, mates! Don’t be shy.

Three lads.

One lady.

Four go down.

But do four come up?

Don’t be so mean.

Any bets?

Fleur’s 10-1.

You’re sure about this, Neville?

Absolutely.

For an hour?

Most likely.

Most likely?

Well, there is some debate among herbologists…

…as to the effects of fresh water versus salt water…

You’re telling me this now? You must be joking!

I just wanted to help.

Well, that makes you a right sight better than Ron and Hermione.

Where are they anyway?

You seem a little tense, Harry.

Do I?

Oh, my God. I’ve killed Harry Potter.

Yeah!

What?

But she’s my friend too!

Only one!

Let’s get down below.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

Yes!

Ascendio!

Harry!

He’s all right.

He’s all right. Barty!

Go get him another towel.

I want all the judges over here now!

Harry!

Hermione!

Are you all right? You must be freezing.

Personally, I think you behaved admirably.

I finished last, Hermione.

Next to last. Fleur never got past the Grindylows.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

Come on! Come on!

Attention!

Attention!

The winner is Mr. Diggory…

…who showed innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm.

However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first…

…had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley…

…but the others as well, we’ve agreed to award him…

…second place…

Second place!

Well done!

…for outstanding moral fiber!

Yes!

Right on.

All that moral fiber, eh?

It’s great.

Moral fiber?

Blimey. Even when you go wrong, it turns out right.

Yeah, well done, Moral Fiber.

Congratulations, Potter.

A fine achievement.

Thank you.

Well done, boy.

See you at Hagrid’s, Harry.

I’m sorry we haven’t spoken.

After all, your story is one I’ve heard so many times.

Quite remarkable, really. Tragic, of course…

…to lose one’s family.

Never whole again, are we?

Still, life goes on…

…and here we stand.

I’m sure your parents would be very proud of you today, Potter.

Bartemius!

Not trying to lure Potter into one of the Ministry’s summer internships, are we?

The last boy who went into the Department of Mysteries never came out!