Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

stone steps, out into the cloudy night. ‘Fleur keeps going on about underground tunnels, she reckons we’ve got to find treasure.’
    ‘That wouldn’t be too bad,’ said Harry, thinking that he would simply ask Hagrid for a Niffler to do the job for him.
    They walked down the dark lawn to the Quidditch stadium, turned through a gap in the stands, and walked out onto the pitch.
    ‘What’ve they done to it?’ Cedric said indignantly, stopping dead.
    The Quidditch pitch was no longer smooth and flat. It looked as though somebody had been building long, low walls all over it, twisting and criss-crossing in every direction.
    ‘They’re hedges!’ said Harry, bending to examine the nearest one.
    ‘Hello there!’ called a cheery voice.
    Ludo Bagman was standing in the middle of the pitch with Krum and Fleur. Harry and Cedric made their way towards them, climbing over the hedges. Fleur beamed at Harry as he came nearer. Her attitude to him had changed completely since he had pulled her sister out of the lake.
    ‘Well, what d’you think?’ said Bagman happily, as Harry and Cedric climbed over the last hedge. ‘Growing nicely, aren’t they? Give them a month and Hagrid’ll have them twenty foot high. Don’t worry,’ he added grinning, spotting the less-than-happy expressions on Harry and Cedric’s faces, ‘you’ll have your Quidditch pitch back to normal once the task is over! Now, I imagine you can guess what we’re making here?’
    No one spoke for a moment. Then –
    ‘Maze,’ grunted Krum.
    ‘That’s right!’ said Bagman. ‘A maze. The third task’s really very straightforward. The Triwizard Cup will be placed in the centre of the maze. The first champion to touch it will receive full marks.’
    ‘We seemply ’ave to get through the maze?’ said Fleur.
    ‘There will be obstacles,’ said Bagman happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet. ‘Hagrid is providing a number of creatures … then there will be spells that must be broken … all that sort of thing, you know. Now, the champions who are leading on points will get a head start into the maze.’ Bagman grinned at Harry and Cedric. ‘Then Mr Krum will enter … then Miss Delacour. But you’ll all be in with a fighting chance, depending on how well you get past the obstacles. Should be fun, eh?’
    Harry, who knew only too well the kind of creatures that Hagrid was likely to provide for an event like this, thought it was unlikely to be any fun at all. However, he nodded politely like the other champions.
    ‘Very well … if you haven’t got any questions, we’ll go back up to the castle, shall we, it’s a bit chilly …’
    Bagman hurried alongside Harry as they began to wend their way out of the growing maze. Harry had the feeling that Bagman was going to start offering to help him again, but just then, Krum tapped Harry on the shoulder.
    ‘Could I haff a vord?’
    ‘Yeah, all right,’ said Harry, slightly surprised.
    ‘Vill you valk vith me?’
    ‘OK,’ said Harry curiously.
    Bagman looked slightly perturbed. ‘I’ll wait for you, Harry, shall I?’
    ‘No, it’s OK, Mr Bagman,’ said Harry, suppressing a smile, ‘I think I can find the castle on my own, thanks.’
    Harry and Krum left the stadium together, but Krum did not set a course for the Durmstrang ship. Instead, he walked towards the Forest.
    ‘What’re we going this way for?’ said Harry, as they passed Hagrid’s cabin, and the illuminated Beauxbatons carriage.
    ‘Don’t vant to be overheard,’ said Krum shortly.
    When at last they had reached a quiet stretch of ground, a short way from the Beauxbatons’ horses’ paddock, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to face Harry.
    ‘I vant to know,’ he said, glowering, ‘vot there is between you and Hermy-own-ninny.’
    Harry, who from Krum’s secretive manner had expected something much more serious than this, stared up at Krum in amazement.
    ‘Nothing,’ he said. But Krum glowered at him, and Harry, somehow struck anew by how tall Krum was, elaborated. ‘We’re friends. She’s not my girlfriend and she never has been. It’s just that Skeeter woman making things up.’
    ‘Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often,’ said Krum, looking suspiciously at Harry.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, ‘because we’re friends .’
    He couldn’t quite believe he was having this conversation with Viktor Krum, the famous international Quidditch player. It was as though the eighteen-year-old Krum