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The Final Hiding Place

           Thedragonseemedtocravecoolerandfresherair.Itclimbedsteadilyuntiltheywereflyingthroughwispsofchillycloud,andHarrycouldnolongermakeoutthelittlecoloreddotswhichwerecarspouringinandoutofthecapital.Onandontheyflew,overcountrysideparceledoutinpatchesofgreenandbrown,overroadsandriverswindingthroughthelandscapelikestripsofmatteandglossyribbon.

           "Whatdoyoureckonit’slookingfor?"Ronyelledastheyflewfartherandfarthernorth.

           "Noidea,"Harrybellowback.Hishandswerenumbwithcoldbuthedidnotdareattempttoshifthisgrip.Hehadbeenwonderingforsometimewhattheywoulddoiftheysawthecoastsailbeneaththem,ifthedragonheadedforopensea;hewascoldandnumb,nottomentiondesperatelyhungryandthirsty.When,hewondered,hadthebeastitselflasteaten?Surelyitwouldneedsustenancebeforelong?Andwhatif,atthatpoint,itrealizedithadthreehighlyediblehumanssittingonitsback?

           Thesunslippedlowerinthesky,whichwasturningindigo;andstillthedragonflew,citiesandtownsglidingoutofsightbeneaththem,itsenormousshadowslidingovertheearthlikeagiantdarkcloud.EverypartofHarryachedwiththeeffortofholdingontothedragon’sback.

           "Isitmyimagination,"shoutedRonafteraconsiderablestretchofsilence,"orarewelosingheight?"

           Harrylookeddownandsawdeepgreenmountainsandlakes,copperyinthesunset.

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