Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Final Hiding Place

           "What’llhappentoit,doyouthink?"sheasked,"Willitbealright?"

           "YousoundlikeHagrid,"saidRon,"It’sadragon,Hermione,itcanlookafteritself.It’susweneedtoworryabout."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "WellIdon’tknowhowtobreakthistoyou,"saidRon,"butIthinktheymighthavenoticedwebrokeintoGringotts."

           Allthreeofthemstartedtolaugh,andoncestarted,itwasdifficulttostop.Harry’sribsached,hefeltlightheadedwithhunger,buthelaybackonthegrassbeneaththereddeningskyandlaugheduntilhisthroatwasraw.

           "Whatarewegoingtodo,though?"saidHermionefinally,hiccupingherselfbacktoseriousness."He’llknow,won’the?You-Know-WhowillknowweknowabouthisHorcruxes!"

           "Maybethey’llbetooscaredtotellhim!"saidRonhopefully,"Maybethey’llcoverup"

           Thesky,thesmellofthelakewater,thesoundofRon’svoicewereextinguished.PaincleavedHarry’sheadlikeaswordstroke.Hewasstandinginadimlylitroom,andasemicircleofwizardsfacedhim,andonthefloorathisfeetkneltasmall,quakingfigure.

           "Whatdidyousaytome?"Hisvoicewashighandcold,butfuryandfearburnedinsidehim.Theonethingthathehaddreadedbutitcouldnotbetrue,hecouldnotseehow…

           Thegoblinwastrembling,unabletomeettheredeyeshighabovehis.

           "Sayitagain!"murmuredVoldemort.

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