This was surreal, Blaise thought. Maybe he had gone mad yesterday? The pain had undoubtedly been enough. This theory seemed to be confirmed when the Gryffindor's entered a dining room, greeting the Dark Lord and Bartemius Crouch with a courteous bow before the witch started, "Sir, Barty, good to see you. Thank you for having us over for Yule. I would like to talk to you about the wardrobes!"