The Goblin’s Revenge

Earlynextmorning,beforetheothertwowereawake,Harryleftthetenttosearchthewoodsaroundthemfortheoldest,mostgnarled,andresilient-lookingtreehecouldfind.ThereinitsshadowheburiedMad-EyeMoody’seyeandmarkedthespotbygougingasmallcrossinthebarkwithhiswand.Itwasnotmuch,butHarryfeltthatMad-EyewouldhavemuchpreferredthistobeingstuckonDoloresUmbridge’sdoor.Thenhereturnedtothetenttowaitfortheotherstowake,anddiscusswhattheyweregoingtodonext.

HarryandHermionefeltthatitwasbestnottostayanywheretoolong,andRonagreed,withthesoleprovisothattheirnextmovetookthemwithinreachofabaconsandwich.Hermionethereforeremovedtheenchantmentsshehadplacedaroundtheclearing,whileHarryandRonobliteratedallthemarksandimpressionsonthegroundthatmightshowtheyhadcampedthere.ThentheyDisapparatedtotheoutskirtsofasmallmarkettown.

Oncetheyhadpitchedthetentintheshelterofasmallcopseoftreesandsurroundeditwithfreshlycastdefensiveenchantments,HarryventuredoutundertheInvisibilityCloaktofindsustenance.This,however,didnotgoasplanned.Hehadbarelyenteredthetownwhenanunnaturalchill,adescendingmist,andasuddendarkeningoftheskiesmadehimfreezewherehestood.

“ButyoucanmakeabrilliantPatronus!”protestedRon,whenHarryarrivedbackatthetentempty-handed,outofbreath,andmouthingthesingleword,dementors.

“Icouldn’t...makeone,”hepanted,clutchingthestitchinhisside.

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