but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.
鈥淧hotos, Dumbledore, photos!鈥�cried Bagman excitedly. 鈥淎ll the judges and champions, what do you think, Rita?鈥�
鈥淓r - yes, let's do those first,鈥�said Rita Skeeter, whose eyes were upon Harry again. 鈥淎nd then perhaps some individual shots.鈥�
The photographs took a long time. Madame Maxime cast everyone else into shadow wherever she stood, and the photographer couldn't stand far enough back to get her into the frame; eventually she had to sit while everyone else stood around her. Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee around his finger to give it an extra curl; Krum, whom Harry would have thought would have been used to this sort of thing, skulked, half-hidden, at the back of the group. The photographer seemed keenest to get Fleur at the front, but Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into greater prominence. Then she insisted on separate shots of all the champions. At last, they were free to go.
Harry went down to dinner. Hermione
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