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"No," said Ron, and just like Hermione, he attempted to push the paper out of sight.
Sirius stared at the cave wall, then made a grimace of frustration.
"Rita Skeeter," she muttered finally.
Then, at half past one, they made their way up the High Street, past Dervish and Banges, and out toward the edge of the village.
"You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law," he said clearly, "so that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous -"
"Sherbet lemon?" he tried tentatively.
"Bugged?" said Ron blankly. "What. . . put fleas on her or something?"
Harry had the feeling that Bagman was going to start offering to help him again, but just then, Krum tapped Harry on the shoulder.
Dumbledore stopped pacing and looked at Harry.
"I wanted to talk to you. Professor," Harry said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a swift, searching look.
But Dobby shook his head. "'Tis strong for a house-elf, sir," he said.
The silvery light from the Pensieve illuminated Dumbledore's face, and it struck Harry suddenly how very old he was looking. He knew, of course, that Dumbledore was getting on in years, but somehow he never really thought of Dumbledore as an old man.
"Get up, Mr. Crouch," said Harry loudly and clearly. "Get up, I'll take you to Dumbledore!"
"You never spoke a truer word, boy," someone muttered dryly to Dumbledore behind Harry.
Harry knew that the interview was over; Dumbledore did not look angry, yet there was a finality in his tone that told Harry it was time to go. He stood up, and so did Dumbledore.
"We need to talk," said Karkaroff abruptly when he had reached Snape. He seemed so determined that nobody should hear what he was saying that he was barely opening his lips; it was as though he were a rather poor ventriloquist. Harry kept his eyes on his ginger roots, listening hard.;