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Can someone with the American hardcover edition of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire please tell me what happens on pages 381-382? (This is where Dobby is telling Harry about the Malfoys.) I'm missing those two pages.

(And yes, I did steal the userpic from joshlamont's journal. Don't usually like animated things, but this one was too good to pass up. ph34r.)


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Jun. 30th, 2004 06:12 pm (UTC)
Luckily for you, I haven't loaned my copy to my gf yet. Give me a bit and I'll type it up.
Jun. 30th, 2004 06:19 pm (UTC)
That'd be a no go, paperback is where it's at.

*stars at your avatar while listening to J-pop and dances along with Snape*
Jun. 30th, 2004 07:19 pm (UTC)
Maggie beats Snape any day.
Jun. 30th, 2004 06:28 pm (UTC)
"Dobby--Dobby could," he said doubtfully. He squared his small shoulders. "Dobby could tell Harry Potter that his old masters were--were--bad Dark wizards!!"

Dobby stood for a moment, quivering all over, horror-strck by his own daring-- then he rushed over to the nearest table and began banging his head on it very hard, squealing, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Harry seized Dobby by the back of his tie and pulled him away from the table.

"Thank you, Harry Potter, thank you," said Dobby breathlessly, rubbing his head.

"You just need a bit of practice," Harry said.

"Practice!" squealed Winky furiously. "You is ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, talking that way about your masters!"

"They isn't my masters anymore, Winky!" said Dobby defiantly. "Dobby doesn't care what they think anymore!"

"Oh, you is a bad elf, Dobby!" moaned Winky, tears leaking down her face once more. "My poor Mr. Crouch, what is he doing without Winky? He is needing me, he is needing my help! I is looking after the Crouches all my life, and my mother is doing it before me, and my grandmother is doing it before her... oh what is they saying if they knew Winky was freed? Oh the shame, the shame!" She buried her face in her skirt again and bawled.

"Winky," said Hermoine firmly, "I'm quite sure Mr. Crouch is getting along perfectly well without you. We've seen him, you know--"

"You is seeing my master?" said Winky breathlessly, raising her tearstained face out of her skirt once more and goggling at Hermoine. "You is seeing him here at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," said Hermoine, "he and Mr. Bagman are judges in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Mr. Bagman comes too?" squeaked Winky, and to Harry's great surprise (and Ron's and Hermoine's too, by the looks on their faces), she looked angry again. "Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad wizard! My master isn't liking him, oh no, not at all!"

"Bagman--bad?" said Harry.

"Oh yes," Winky said, nodding her head furiously. "My master is telling Winky somethings! But Winky is not saying... Winky--Winky keeps her master's secrets..."

She dissolved yet again in tears; they could hear her sobbing into her skirt, "Poor master, poor master, no Winky to help him no more!"

They couldn't get another sensible word out of Winky. They left her to her crying and finished their tea, while Dobby chatted happily about his life as a free elf and his plans for his wages.

"Dobby is going to buy a sweater next, Harry Potter!" he said happily, pointing at his bare chest.

"Tell you what, Dobby," said Ron, who seemed to have taken a great liking to the elf, "I'll give you the one my mum knits me this Christmas, I always get one from her. You don't mind maroon, do you?"

Dobby was delighted.

"We might have to shrink it a bit to fit you," Ron told him, "but it'll go well with your tea cozy."

As they prepared to take their leave, many of the surrounding elves pressed in upon them, offering snacks to take back upstairs. Hermoine refused, with a pained look at the way the elves kept bowing and curtsying, but Harry and Ron loaded their pockets with cream cakes and pies.
Jun. 30th, 2004 10:09 pm (UTC)
Wow, thanks, Ian. *copies that into Word, changes the font to Garamond 12pt, and prints it*
Jul. 1st, 2004 10:46 am (UTC)
Sure thing, man.
Jul. 1st, 2004 06:38 am (UTC)
I cannot -believe- that is a whole two pages of text. No damn wonder these books are so long. If they wouldn't print them in grade school font..
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