Bagman seemed to know he wasn’t being honest. “Listen, Harry,” he said (still in a very low voice), “I feel very bad about all this . . . you were thrown into this tournament, you didn’t volunteer for it . . . and if . . .” (his voice was so quiet now, Harry had to lean closer to listen) “if I can help at all . . . a prod in the right direction . . . I’ve taken a liking to you . . . the way you got past that dragon! . . . well, just say the word.” Harry stared up into Bagman’s round, rosy face and his wide, baby-blue eyes. “We’re supposed to work out the clues alone, aren’t we?” he said,
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