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Great, said Harry. Really great. Hagrids miserable face broke into a wide, watery smile. Thas my boy. you show em, Harry, you show em. Beat em all. Lying to Hagrid wasnt quite like lying to anyone else. Harry went back to the castle later that afternoon with Ron and Hermione, unable to banish the image of the happy expression on Hagrids whiskery face as he had imagined Harry winning the tournament. The incomprehensible egg weighed more heavily than ever on Harrys conscience that evening, and by the time he had got into bed, he had made up his mind - it was time to shelve his pride and see if Cedrics hint was worth anything. A CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE THE EGG AND THE EYE s Harry had no idea how long a bath he would need to work out the secret of the golden egg, he decided to do it at night, when he would be able to take as much time as he wanted. Reluctant though he was to accept more favors from Cedric, he also decided to use the prefects bathroom; far fewer people were allowed in there, so it was much less likely that he would be disturbed. Harry planned his excursion carefully, oven potatoes he had been caught out of bed and out-of-bounds by Filch the caretaker in the middle of the night once before, and had no desire to repeat the experience. The Invisibility Cloak would, of course, be essential, and as an added precaution, Harry thought he would take the Marauders Map, which, next to the Cloak, was the most useful aid to rule-breaking Harry owned. The map showed the whole of Hogwarts, including its many shortcuts and secret passageways and, most important of all, it revealed the people inside the castle as minuscule, labeled dots, moving around the corridors, so that Harry would be forewarned if somebody was approaching the bathroom. On Thursday night, Harry sneaked up to bed, put on the Cloak, crept back downstairs, and, just as he had done on the night when Hagrid had shown him the dragons, waited for the portrait hole to open. This time it was Ron who waited outside to give the Fat Lady the password (banana fritters). Good luck, Ron muttered, climbing into the room as Harry crept out past him. It was awkward moving under the Cloak tonight, because Harry had the heavy egg under one arm and the map held in front of his nose with the other. However, the moonlit corridors were empty and silent, and by checking the map at strategic intervals, Harry was able to ensure that he wouldnt run into anyone he wanted to avoid. When he reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, he located the right door, leaned close to it, and muttered the password, Pine fresh, just as Cedric had told him. The door creaked open. Harry slipped inside, bolted the door behind him, and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, looking around. His immediate reaction was that it would be worth becoming a prefect just to be able to use this bathroom. It was softly lit by a splendid candle-filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, including what looked like an empty, rectangular swimming pool sunk into the middle of the floor. About a hundred golden taps stood all around the pools edges, each with a differently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows; a large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and there was a single golden-framed painting on the wall. It featured a blonde mermaid who was fast asleep on a rock, her long hair over her face. It fluttered every time she snored. Harry moved forward, looking around, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Magnificent though the bathroom was - and quite keen though he was to try out a few of those taps - now he was here he couldnt quite suppress the feeling that Cedric might have been having him on. How on earth was this supposed to help solve the mystery of the egg. Nevertheless, he put one of the fluffy towels, the Cloak, the map, and the egg at the side of the swimmingpool-sized bath, then knelt down and turned on a few of the taps. He could tell at once that they carried different sorts of bubble bath mixed with the water, though it wasnt bubble bath as Harry had ever experienced it. One tap gushed pink and blue bubbles the size of footballs; another poured ice-white foam so thick that Harry thought it would have supported his weight if hed cared to test it; a third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water. Harry amused himself for a while turning the taps on and off, particularly enjoying the effect of one whose jet bounced off the surface of the water in large arcs. Then, when the deep pool was full of hot water, foam, and bubbles, which took a very short time considering its size, Harry turned off all the taps, pulled off his pajamas, slippers, and dressing gown, and slid into the water. It was so deep that his feet barely touched the bottom, and he actually did a couple of lengths before swimming back to the side and treading water, staring at the egg. Highly enjoyable though it was to swim in hot and foamy water with clouds of different-colored steam wafting all around him, no stroke of brilliance came to him, no sudden burst of understanding. Harry stretched out his arms, lifted the egg in his wet hands, and opened it. The wailing, screeching sound filled the bathroom, echoing and reverberating off the marble walls, but it sounded just as incomprehensible as ever, if not more so with all the echoes. He snapped it shut again, worried that the sound would attract Filch, wondering whether that hadnt been Cedrics plan - and then, making him jump so badly that he dropped the egg, which clattered away across the bathroom floor, someone spoke. Id try putting it in the water, if I were you. Harry had swallowed a considerable amount of bubbles in shock. He stood up, sputtering, and saw the ghost of a very glum-looking girl sitting crosslegged on top of one of the taps. It was Moaning Myrtle, who was usually to be heard sobbing in the S-bend of a toilet three floors below. Myrtle. Harry said in outrage, Im - Im not wearing anything. The foam was so dense that this hardly mattered, but he had a nasty feeling that Myrtle had been spying on him from out of one of the taps ever since he had arrived. I closed my eyes when you got in, she said, blinking at him through her thick spectacles. You havent been to see me for ages. Yeah. well. said Harry, bending his knees slightly, just to make absolutely sure Myrtle couldnt see anything but his head, Im not supposed to come into your bathroom, am I. Its a girls one. You didnt used to care, said Myrtle miserably. You used to be in there all the time. This was true, though only because Harry, Ron, and Hermione had found Myrtles out-of-order toilets a convenient place to brew Polyjuice Potion in secret - a forbidden potion that had turned him click to see more Ron into living replicas of Crabbe and Goyle for an hour, so that they could sneak into the Slytherin common room. I got told off for going in there, said Harry, which was half-true; Percy had once caught him coming out of Myrtles bathroom. I thought Id better not come back after that. Oh. I see. said Myrtle, picking at a spot on her chin in a morose sort of way. Well. anyway. Id try the egg in the water. Thats what Cedric Diggory did. Have you been spying on him too. said Harry indignantly. What dyou do, sneak up here in the evenings to watch the prefects take baths. Sometimes, said Myrtle, rather slyly, but Ive never come out to speak to anyone before. Im honored, said Harry darkly. You keep your eyes shut. He made sure Myrtle had her glasses well covered before hoisting himself out of the bath, wrapping the towel firmly around his waist, and going to retrieve the egg. Once he was back in the water, Myrtle peered through her fingers and said, Go on, then. open it under the water. Harry lowered the please click for source beneath the foamy surface and opened it. and this time, it did not wail. A gurgling song was coming out of it, a song whose words he couldnt distinguish through the water. You need to put your head under too, said Myrtle, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying bossing him around. Go on. Harry took a great breath and slid under the surface - and now, sitting on the marble bottom of the bubble-filled bath, he heard a chorus of eerie voices singing to him from the open egg in his hands: Come seek us where our voices sound, We cannot sing above the ground, And while youre searching, ponder this: Weve taken what youll sorely miss, An hour long youll have to look, And to recover what we took, But past an hour - the prospects black, Too late, its gone, it wont come back. Harry let himself float back upward and broke the bubbly surface, shaking his hair out of his eyes. Hear it. said Myrtle. Yeah. Come seek us where our voices sound. and if I need persuading. hang on, I need to listen again. He sank back beneath the water. It took three more underwater renditions of the eggs song before Harry had it memorized; then he trod water for a while, thinking hard, while Myrtle sat and watched him. Ive got to go and look for people who cant use their voices above the ground. he said slowly. Er. who could that be. Slow, arent you. He had never seen Moaning Myrtle so cheerful, apart from the day when a dose of Polyjuice Potion had given Hermione the hairy face and tail of a cat. Harry stared around the bathroom, thinking. if the voices could only be heard underwater, then it made sense for them to belong to underwater creatures. He ran this theory past Myrtle, who smirked at him. Well, thats what Diggory thought, she said. He lay there talking to himself for ages about it. Ages and ages. nearly all the bubbles had gone. Underwater. Harry said slowly. Myrtle. what lives in the lake, apart from the giant squid. Oh all sorts, she said. I sometimes go down there. sometimes dont have any choice, if someone flushes my toilet when Im not expecting it. Trying not to think about Moaning Myrtle zooming down a pipe to the lake with the contents of a toilet, Harry said, Well, does anything in there have a human voice. Hang on - Harrys eyes had fallen on the picture of the snoozing mermaid on the wall. Myrtle, there arent merpeople in there, click there. Oooh, very good, she said, her thick glasses twinkling, it took Diggory much longer than that. And that was with her awake too - Myrtle jerked her head toward the mermaid with an expression of great dislike on her glum face - giggling and showing off and flashing her fins. Thats it, isnt it. said Harry excitedly. The second tasks to go and find the merpeople in the lake and. and. But he suddenly realized what he was saying, and he felt the excitement drain out of him as though someone had just pulled a plug in his stomach. He wasnt a very good swimmer; hed never had much practice. Dudley had had lessons in his youth, but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, no doubt hoping that Harry would drown one day, hadnt bothered to give him any. A couple of lengths of this bath were all very well, but that lake was very large, and very deep. and merpeople would surely live right at the bottom. Myrtle, Harry said slowly, how am I supposed to breathe. At this, Myrtles eyes filled with sudden tears again. Tactless. she muttered, groping in her robes for a handkerchief. Whats tactless. said Harry, bewildered. Talking about breathing in front of me. she said shrilly, and her voice echoed loudly around the bathroom. When I cant. when I havent. not for ages. She buried her face in her handkerchief and sniffed loudly. Harry remembered how touchy Myrtle had always been about being dead, but none of the other ghosts he knew made such a fuss about it. Sorry, he said impatiently. I didnt mean - I just forgot. 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Harry had taken his first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when something else on the map caught his eye. something distinctly odd. Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner - Snapes office. But the dot wasnt labeled Severus Snape. it was Bartemius Crouch. Harry stared at the dot. Crouch was supposed to be too ill to go to work or to come to the Yule Ball - so what was he doing, sneaking into Hogwarts at one oclock in the morning. Harry watched closely as the dot moved around and around the room, pausing here and there. Harry hesitated, thinking. and then his curiosity got the better of him. He turned and set off in the opposite direction toward the nearest staircase. He was going to see what Crouch was up to. Harry walked down the stairs as quietly as possible, though the faces in some of the portraits still turned curiously at the squeak of a floorboard, the rustle of his link. 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Ill have you, Peeves, Ill have you, youll. and what is this. Filchs footsteps halted; there was a clink of metal on metal and the wailing stopped - Filch had picked up the egg and closed it. Harry stood very still, one leg still jammed tightly in the magical step, listening. Any moment now, Filch was going to pull aside the tapestry, expecting to see Peeves. and there would be no Peeves. but if he came up the stairs, he would spot the Marauders Map. and Invisibility Cloak or not, the map would show Harry Potter standing exactly where he was. Egg. Filch said quietly at the foot of the stairs. My sweet. - Mrs. Norris was obviously with him - This is a Triwizard clue. This belongs to a school champion. Harry felt sick; his heart was hammering very fast - PEEVES. Filch roared gleefully. Youve been stealing. He ripped back the tapestry below, and Harry saw his horrible, pouchy face and bulging, pale eyes staring up the dark and (to Filch) deserted staircase. Hiding, are you. he said softly. Im coming to get you, Peeves. Youve gone and stolen a Triwizard clue, Peeves. Dumbledorell have you out of here for this, you filthy, pilfering poltergeist. Filch started to climb the stairs, his scrawny, dust-colored cat at his heels. Mrs. Norriss lamp-like eyes, this web page very like her masters, were fixed directly upon Harry. He had had occasion before now to wonder whether the Invisibility Cloak worked on cats. Sick with apprehension, he watched Filch drawing nearer and nearer in his old flannel dressing gown - he tried desperately to pull his trapped leg free, but it merely sank a few more inches - any second now, Filch was going to spot the map or walk right into him - Filch. Whats going on. Filch stopped a few steps below Harry and turned. At the foot of the stairs stood the only person who could make Harrys situation worse: Snape. He was wearing a long gray nightshirt and he looked livid. Its Peeves, Professor, Filch whispered malevolently. He threw this egg down the click. Snape climbed up the stairs quickly and stopped beside Filch. Harry gritted his teeth, convinced his loudly thumping heart would give him away at any second. Peeves. said Snape softly, staring at the egg in Filchs hands. But Peeves couldnt get into my office. This egg was in your office, Professor. Of course not, Snape snapped. I heard banging and wailing - Yes, Professor, that was the egg - - I was coming to investigate - - Peeves threw it, Professor - - and when I passed my office, I saw that the torches were lit and a cupboard door was ajar. Somebody has been searching it. But Peeves couldnt - I know he couldnt, Filch. Snape snapped again. I seal my office with a spell none but a wizard could break. Snape looked up the stairs, straight through Harry, and then down into the corridor below. I want you to come and help me search for the intruder, Filch. I - yes, Professor - but - Filch looked yearningly up the stairs, right through Harry, who could see that he was very reluctant to forgo the chance of cornering Peeves. Go, Harry pleaded with him silently, go with Snape. go. Mrs. Norris was peering around Filchs legs. Harry had the distinct impression that she could smell him. Why had he filled that bath with so much perfumed foam. The thing is, Professor, said Filch plaintively, the headmaster will have to listen to me this time. Peeves has been stealing from a student, it might be my chance to get him thrown out of the castle once and for all - Filch, I dont give a damn about that wretched poltergeist; its my office thats - Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Snape stopped talking very abruptly. He and Filch both looked down at the foot of the stairs. Harry saw Mad-Eye Moody limp into sight through the narrow gap between their heads. Moody was wearing his old traveling cloak over his nightshirt and leaning on his staff as usual. Pajama party, is it. he growled up the stairs. Professor Snape and I heard noises, Professor, said Filch at once. Peeves the Poltergeist, throwing things around as usual - and then Professor Snape discovered that someone had broken into his off - Shut up. Snape hissed to Filch. Moody took a step closer to the foot of the stairs. Harry saw Moodys magical eye travel over Snape, and then, unmistakably, onto himself. Harrys heart gave a horrible jolt. Moody could see through Invisibility Cloaks. he alone could see the full strangeness of the scene: Snape in his nightshirt, Filch clutching the egg, and he, Harry, trapped in the stairs behind them. Moodys lopsided gash of a mouth opened in surprise.
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