Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter Nine
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Hi, this is Greg Lincoln. I'm reading from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Chapter nine, The dark Mark starting on page 1 29 Suddenly, the wood all around them erupted with screams. Harry didn't understand why, but the only possible cause was the sudden appearance of the skull, which had now risen high enough to illuminate the entire would. Like some grisly neon sign. He scanned the darkness for the person who had conjured the skull, but he couldn't see anyone who's there. He called again. Heavy. Come on, move her mind. He had seized the collar of his jacket, was tugging and backward. What's the matter? Harry said, startled to see her face so white and terrified. It's the doc mock heavy, her mining moaned, pulling him as hard as she could. You know who's sign? Voldemort's heavy? Come on, Harry turned. Ron was hurriedly scooping up his miniature crumb. Three of them started across the clearing, but before they had taken a few hurried steps, a series of popping noises announced the rival of 20 wizards appearing from thin air surrounding them, Harry world around, and in an instant he'd registered one fact each of these wizards had his wand out, and everyone was pointing right at himself. Run and her miney without pausing to think. He yelled Duck! He sees the other two and pulled them down onto the ground. Stupid fi roared 20 voices. There was a blinding Siris of flashes, and Harry felt the hair on his head. Ripple is, though a powerful wind had swept the clearing, raising his head a fraction of an inch. He saw jets of fiery red light flying over them from the Wizards wands crossing one another, bouncing off tree trunks, rebounding into the darkness. Stop! Yelled a voice. He recognized stuff. That's my son!