At that moment, the pain in Harry’s scar receded. Cedric was dead. Cedric was dead. Harry’s expression twisted in fierce rage as he let out a feral snarl. Despite his poor condition and the pain he was still feeling, he lurched forward, grabbing a nearby rock the size of his fist. He roared and raised the rock over his head, intending to smash it against the short man’s skull. "I’ll kill you!" he bellowed.