Harry again drowned out Voldemort’s monologuing as he tried to use his enemy’s distracted state to try and free himself again. Come on Harry, you can do this, he thought to himself angrily. His body tensed again as he tried to will himself to move. His right arm twitched a little, then his leg. Harry let out a silent snarl, prompting some of the Death Eaters to look his way for only a second before their attention returned to their master again. Harry had to get out of here. If he stayed, he was going to be as dead as Cedric. I won’t get to see Cho again, he thought.