Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party But Harry had his answer before Dumbledore could reply; the wandlight had slid over a fresh patch of water and showed him, this time, a dead man lying faceup inches beneath the surface, his open eyes misted as though with cobwebs, his hair and his robes swirling around him like smoke said Hepzibah imperiously