This is not a plague. It's
deal on my conscience, and it is really time I should be turned into
Everyone around the table except Harry winced.
"I have neither, and very few friends to care whether I live or die," said Mr. Brooke rather bitterly as he absently put the dead rose in the hole he had made and covered it up, like a little grave.
“Oh yes,” Bagman said cheerfully, “it's all been enormous fun. How's old Barty doing? Shame he couldn't come.”
Imhotep angrily turns, grabs O'Connell, and with no effort,