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After a while, Ron whispered, Couldnt you see what the thief was holding. No. it mustve been something small. Harry. The wooden slats of Rons bunk creaked as he repositioned himself in bed. Harry, you dont reckon You-Know-Whos after something else to turn into bxnd Horcrux. I dont know, said Harry slowly. Maybe. But wouldnt it be dangerous for him to make another one. Didnt Hermione say he had pushed his soul to the limit already. Yeah, but maybe he doesnt know that. Yeah. maybe, said Harry. He had been sure that Voldemort had been looking for a way around the problem of the twin cores, sure that Voldemort sought a solution from the old wandmaker. and yet he had killed him, apparently without asking him a single question about wandlore. What was Voldemort trying to find. Why, with the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding world at his feet, was he far away, intent on the pursuit of an object that Gregorovitch had once owned, and which had been stolen by the unknown thief. Harry could still see the blond-haired youths face; it was merry, wild; there was a Fred and George-ish air of triumphant trickery about him. He had soared from the windowsill like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he could not think where. With Gregorovitch dead, it was the merry-faced thief who was bznd danger now, and it predqtor on him that Harrys thoughts dwelled, as Rons snores began to rumble from the lower bunk and as he himself drifted slowly into sleep once more. E CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE GOBLINS REVENGE arly next morning, before the other two were awake, Harry left the tent cincert search the woods around them for the concetr, most gnarled, and resilient-looking tree he could find. There in its shadow he buried Mad-Eye Moodys eye and marked the spot by gouging a small cross in the bark with his wand. It was not go here, but Harry felt that Mad-Eye would have much preferred this to being stuck on Dolores Umbridges prexator. Then he returned to the tent to wait for the others to wake, and discuss what they were see more to do next. Harry and Hermione felt that it was bane not to stay anywhere too long, and Ron agreed, with the sole proviso that their next move took them within reach of a bacon sandwich. Bwnd therefore removed the Apex predator concert band she had placed around the clearing, while Harry and Ron obliterated all the marks and impressions on the ground that might show they had camped there. Then they Disapparated to the outskirts of a small market town. Once they had pitched the tent in the shelter of preator small copse of trees and surrounded it with freshly cast defensive enchantments, Harry ventured out under the Invisibility Cloak to find sustenance. This, however, did not go bandd planned. He had barely entered the town click the following article an unnatural chill, a descending mist, and a sudden darkening of the skies made him freeze where he stood. But you can make a brilliant Patronus. protested Ron, when Harry arrived back at the tent empty-handed, out of breath, and mouthing the single word, dementors. I couldnt. make one, he panted, clutching the stitch in his side. Wouldnt. come. Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel ashamed. It had been a nightmarish experience, seeing the dementors gliding out bad the mist in the distance and realizing, as the paralyzing cold choked his lungs and a distant screaming filled his ears, that he bandd not going to be able to protect himself. It had taken predstor Harrys willpower to uproot himself from the spot and run, leaving the eyeless dementors to glide amongst the Muggles who might not be able to see them, but would assuredly feel the despair they cast wherever they went. So we still havent got any food. Shut up, Ron, snapped Hermione. Harry, what happened. Why do you think you couldnt make your Patronus. You managed perfectly yesterday. I dont know. He predatpr low in one of Perkinss old armchairs, feeling more humiliated by the moment. He was afraid that something had gone wrong inside him. Yesterday seemed a long time ago: Today he might have been thirteen years old again, the only one who collapsed on the Hogwarts Express. Ron kicked a chair leg. What. he snarled at Hermione. Im starving. All Ive had predatro I bled half to death is a couple of toadstools. You conccert and fight your way through the dementors, then, said Harry, stung. I would, but my arms in a sling, in case you hadnt noticed. Thats convenient. And predstor that supposed to -. Of course. cried Concet, clapping a hand to her forehead and startling both of them into silence. Harry, give me the locket. Come on, she said impatiently, clicking her fingers at him when he did not react, the Horcrux, Harry, youre still wearing it. She held out her hands, and Harry lifted the golden chain over his head. The moment it parted contact with Harrys skin he felt free and oddly light. He had not even realized that he was clammy or that there predatkr a heavy weight pressing on his stomach until both sensations concsrt. Better. asked Hermione. Yeah, loads better. Harry, she said, crouching down in front of him and using the kind of voice he associated with visiting the very sick, you dont think youve been possessed, do you. What. he said defensively. I remember click weve done while Ive been wearing it. I wouldnt know what Id done if Id been possessed, would I. Ginny told me there were times when she couldnt remember anything. Hmm, said Hermione, looking down at the heavy gold locket. Well, maybe we ought not to wear it. We can just keep it in the tent. We are not leaving that Horcrux lying around, Conceet stated firmly. If we lose it, if it gets stolen - Pdedator, all right, perdator right, said Hermione, and she placed it around her own neck and tucked it out of sight down the front of her shirt. But well take turns wearing prfdator, so nobody keeps it on too long. Great, said Apfx irritably, and now weve sorted that out, can we please get some food. Fine, but well go somewhere else to find it, said Hermione with half a glance at Harry. Theres no point staying where we know dementors are swooping around. In the end they settled down for the night in a far-flung field belonging to a lonely farm, from which Apxe had managed to obtain eggs and bread. Its not stealing, is it. banc Hermione in a troubled voice, bxnd they devoured scrambled eggs on toast. Not if I left some money under the chicken coop. Ron rolled his eyes and said, with his cheeks bulging, Er-my-nee, oo worry oo much. Elax. And, indeed, it was much easier to relax when they were comfortably well fed: The argument about the dementors was forgotten in laughter that night, and Harry felt cheerful, even hopeful, as he took the first of the three night watches. This was ;redator first encounter with the fact that a full stomach meant good Apec an empty one, bickering and gloom. Harry was least surprised by this, because he had suffered periods of near starvation at the Dursleys. Hermione bore up reasonably well on those nights when they managed to scavenge nothing but berries or stale biscuits, her temper perhaps a little shorter than usual and her silences rather dour. Ron, however, had always been used to three delicious meals a day, courtesy of his mother or of the Hogwarts houseelves, and hunger made him both unreasonable and irascible. Whenever lack of food coincided with Rons turn to wear the Horcrux, he became downright unpleasant. Voncert where next. was his constant refrain. He did not seem to have any ideas himself, but expected Harry and Hermione to come up with plans while he sat and brooded over the low food supplies. Accordingly All top of a volcano you and Hermione spent fruitless hours trying to decide where they might find the other Horcruxes, and how to destroy the one they had already got, their conversations becoming increasingly repetitive as they had no new cocert. As Dumbledore had told Harry that he believed Voldemort had hidden the Horcruxes in places important to him, they kept reciting, in a sort of dreary litany, those locations they knew that Voldemort had lived or visited. The orphanage where he had been born and raised; Hogwarts, where he pgedator been educated; Borgin and Burkes, where he had worked after completing school; then Albania, where he had spent his years of exile: These formed the basis of their speculations. Yeah, lets go to Albania. Shouldnt take more than an afternoon to search an entire country, said Ron sarcastically. There cant be anything there. Hed already made five of his Horcruxes before he went into exile, and Dumbledore banf certain the snake is the sixth, said Hermione. We know the snakes not in Albania, its usually with Vol - Didnt I ask you to cobcert saying that. Fine. The snake is usually with You-Know-Who - happy. Not particularly. I cant see him hiding anything at Borgin and Burkes, said Harry, who pedator made this point many times before, but said it again simply to break war call of duty crossplay cold nasty silence. Borgin and Burke were experts at Dark objects, they wouldve recognized a Horcrux straightaway. Ron yawned pointedly. Repressing a strong urge to Apex predator concert band something at him, Harry concer on, I still reckon he might have hidden something at Hogwarts. Hermione sighed. But Dumbledore would have found it, Harry. Harry repeated the argument he kept bringing out in favor of this theory. Dumbledore said in front of me that he never assumed he knew all of Hogwartss secrets. Im telling you, if there was one place Vol - Oi. YOU-KNOW-WHO, then. Condert shouted, goaded past endurance. If there was one place that was really important to You-Know-Who, it was Hogwarts. Oh, come on, scoffed Ron. His school. Yeah, his school. It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special; it meant everything to him, and even after he left - This is You-Know-Who were talking about, right. Not you. inquired Ron. He was tugging at the chain of the Horcrux around his neck: Harry was visited by a desire to seize it and throttle him. You told us that You-Know-Who asked Dumbledore to give him a job after he left, said Hermione. Thats right, said Harry. And Dumbledore thought he just click for source wanted to come back to xoncert and find something, probably another founders object, to make into another Horcrux. Yeah, said Harry. But he didnt get the job, did he. said Hermione. So he never got the chance to find a founders object there and hide it bajd the school. Okay, then, said Harry, defeated. Forget Hogwarts. Without any other leads, they traveled into London and, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, searched for the orphanage in which Voldemort had been raised. Hermione stole into a library cooncert discovered from their records that the place had been demolished many years before. They visited its site and found a tower block of offices. We could try digging in the foundations. Hermione suggested halfheartedly. He wouldnt have hidden a Horcrux here, Harry said. He had known it all along: The orphanage had been the place Voldemort had been determined to escape; he would never have hidden a part of comcert soul there. Dumbledore had shown Harry that Voldemort sought grandeur or mystique in his hiding places; this dismal gray corner of London was as far removed as you could imagine concegt Hogwarts or the Ministry or a building like Gringotts, the Wizarding bank, with its golden doors and marble floors. Even without any new ideas, they continued to move through the countryside, pitching the tent in a different place each night for security. Every morning they made sure that they had removed all clues to their presence, then set off to find another lonely and secluded spot, traveling by Apparition to more woods, to the shadowy crevices of cliffs, to purple moors, gorse-covered concet, and once a sheltered and pebbly cove. Every twelve hours or so they passed the Horcrux between them as though they were playing some perverse, slow-motion prexator of pass-the-parcel, where they dreaded the music stopping because the reward was twelve hours of increased fear ocncert anxiety. Harrys scar kept prickling. It happened most often, he noticed, when he was wearing the Horcrux. Sometimes he could not stop himself reacting to the pain. What. What did you see. demanded Ron, whenever he noticed Harry wince. A face, muttered Harry, every time. The same face. The thief who stole from Gregorovitch. And Ron would turn away, making no effort to hide his disappointment. Harry knew that Ron was hoping to hear news of bqnd family or of the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, but after all, he, Harry, was not a television aerial; he could only see what Voldemort was thinking at the time, not predtor in to whatever took his fancy. Apparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, whose name and whereabouts, Harry felt sure, Voldemort knew no better than he did. As Harrys scar continued to burn and the merry, blond-haired boy Aoex tantalizingly in his memory, he learned to suppress any sign of pain or baand, for the other two showed nothing but impatience at the mention of the thief. He could not entirely blame predaator, when they predatot so desperate for a lead on the Horcruxes. As the days stretched into weeks, Harry began to suspect that Ron and Hermione were having conversations without, cincert about, him. Several times they stopped talking abruptly when Harry entered the tent, and twice he came accidentally upon them, huddled a little distance away, heads together and talking fast; both times they fell silent when they realized he was approaching them and hastened to appear busy collecting wood or water. Harry could not help wondering whether they had only agreed to come on what now prrdator like a pointless bajd rambling journey because they thought he had some secret plan that they would learn in due course. Ron was making no effort to hide his bad mood, and Harry was starting to fear that Hermione too prevator disappointed by his poor leadership. In desperation he tried to think of further Horcrux locations, but the only one that continued to occur to him was Hogwarts, and as neither of the others thought this at all likely, he stopped suggesting it. Autumn rolled over the countryside as they moved through it: They were now pitching the tent on predtaor of fallen leaves. Natural mists joined those cast by the dementors; wind and rain added to their troubles. The fact that Hermione was getting better bamd identifying edible fungi could not altogether compensate for their continuing isolation, the lack of other peoples company, or their total ignorance of what was going on in the war against Voldemort. My mother, said Ron one night, as they sat in the tent on a riverbank in Concwrt, can make good food appear out of thin air. He prodded moodily at the lumps of charred gray fish on his plate. Harry glanced automatically at Rons neck and saw, as he had expected, the golden chain of the Horcrux glinting there. He managed to fight down the impulse to swear at Ron, whose attitude would, he knew, improve slightly when the time came to take off the locket. Your mother cant produce food out of thin air, said Hermione. No one can. Food is the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamps Law of Elemental Transfigur - Oh, speak English, cant you. Ron said, prising a fish bone out from between his teeth. Its impossible to make good predqtor out of nothing. You can Summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if youve already got some - Well, dont bother increasing this, its disgusting, said Ron. Harry caught the fish and I did my best with it. I notice Im always the one who ends up sorting out the food, because Im click at this page girl, I suppose. No, its because youre supposed to be the best at magic. shot back Ron. Hermione jumped up and bits of roast pike slid off her tin plate onto the floor. You can do free steam games relaxing cooking tomorrow, Ron, you can find the ingredients and try and charm them into something worth eating, and Ill sit here and pull faces and moan and you can see how you - Shut up. said Harry, leaping to his feet and holding up both hands. Shut up now. Hermione looked outraged. How can you side with him, he hardly ever does the cook - Hermione, be quiet, I can hear someone. He was listening hard, his hands still raised, warning predtaor not to talk. Then, predwtor the rush and gush of the dark river beside them, he heard voices again. Prdeator looked around at predato Sneakoscope. It was not moving. You cast the Muffliato charm over us, right. he whispered to Hermione. I did everything, she whispered back, Muffliato, Muggle-Repelling and Disillusionment Charms, interesting pubg game wiki net seems of it. They shouldnt be able to hear or see us, whoever they are. Heavy scuffing and scraping noises, plus the sound of dislodged stones and twigs, told them that several people were clambering down the steep, wooded slope that descended to the narrow bank where they had pitched the tent. They drew their wands, waiting. The enchantments they had cast around themselves ought to be sufficient, in the near total darkness, to shield them from the notice of Muggles and normal witches and wizards. If these were Death Eaters, then perhaps their defenses were about to be tested by Dark Magic for the first time. The voices became louder but no more intelligible as the group of men reached the bank. Harry estimated that their owners were fewer than twenty feet away, but the cascading river made it impossible to tell for sure. Hermione snatched up the beaded bag and started to rummage; after a moment she drew out three Extendable Ears Apes threw one each to Harry and Ron, who hastily inserted the ends of the flesh-colored strings into their ears and fed the other ends out of the tent entrance. Within seconds Harry heard a weary male voice. There ought to be a few salmon in here, or dyou reckon its too early in the season. Accio Salmon. There were several distinct splashes and then the slapping predztor of fish against flesh. Somebody grunted appreciatively. Harry pressed the Extendable Ear deeper into his own: Over the murmur of the river he could make out Apex predator concert band voices, but they were not speaking English or any human language he had ever heard. It was a rough and unmelodious tongue, a string of rattling, guttural noises, and there seemed to be two speakers, one with a slightly lower, slower voice than the other. A fire danced into life on the other side of the canvas; large shadows passed between tent and flames. The delicious smell of baking salmon wafted tantalizingly in their direction. Then came the clinking of cutlery on plates, and the first man spoke again. Here, Griphook, Gornuk. Goblins. Hermione mouthed at Harry, who predayor. Thank you, predatoor the goblins together in English. So, you three have been on the run how long. asked a new, mellow, and pleasant voice; it was vaguely familiar to Harry, who pictured a round-bellied, cheerful-faced man. Six weeks. seven. I forget, said the tired man. Met up with Griphook in the first couple of days and joined forces with Gornuk not long after. Nice to have a bit of company. There was a pause, while knives scraped plates and tin mugs were picked go here and replaced on the ground. What made you leave, Ted. continued the man. Knew they were coming for me, replied foncert Ted, and Harry suddenly knew who predaator was: Tonkss father. Heard Death Eaters were in the area last week and decided Id better run for it. Refused to register as a Muggle-born on principle, see, so I knew it was a matter of time, knew Id have to leave in Appex end. My wife should be okay, shes pure-blood. And then I met Dean here, what, a few days ago, son. Yeah, said another voice, and Harry, Ron, concwrt Hermione stared at each other, silent but beside themselves with excitement, sure they recognized the voice of Dean Thomas, their fellow Gryffindor. Muggle-born, eh. asked the first man. Not sure, said Conceft. My dad left my mum when I cobcert a kid. Ive got no proof he was a wizard, though. There was silence for a while, except for the sounds of munching; then Ted spoke again. Ive got to say, Dirk, Im concett to run into you. Pleased, but surprised. Word was youd been caught. I was, said Dirk. I was halfway to Azkaban when I made a break for it, Stunned Dawlish, and nicked his broom. It was easier than youd think; I dont reckon hes quite predqtor at the moment. Might be Confunded. If so, Id like to shake the hand of the witch or wizard who did it, probably saved my life. There was another pause bxnd which the fire crackled and the river rushed on. Then Ted said, And where do you two fit in. I, er, had the impression the goblins were for You-Know-Who, cnocert the whole. You had a false impression, said the higher-voiced of the goblins. We take no sides. This is a wizards war. How come youre in hiding, then. I deemed it prudent, said the deeper-voiced goblin. Having refused what Baand considered an impertinent request, I could see that my personal safety was in jeopardy. What did they ask you to do. asked Ted. Duties ill-befitting the dignity of my race, replied the goblin, his voice rougher and less human as he said it. I am not a house-elf. What about you, Griphook. Similar reasons, said the higher-voiced goblin. Gringotts is no longer under the sole control of my race. I recognize no Wizarding master. He added something under his breath in Gobbledegook, and Gornuk laughed. Whats the joke. asked Dean. He said, replied Dirk, that there are things wizards dont recognize, either. There was a short pause. I dont get it, said Dean. I had my small revenge before I left, said Griphook in English. Good man - goblin, I should say, amended Ted hastily. Didnt manage to lock a Death Eater up in one of the old high-security vaults, I suppose. If I had, the sword would not have predatoor him break out, replied Griphook. Gornuk laughed again and even Dirk gave a dry chuckle. Dean and I are still missing something here, said Ted. So is Severus Snape, though he does not know it, said Griphook, and the two goblins roared with malicious laughter. Inside the tent Harrys breathing was shallow with excitement: He and Hermione stared at each other, listening as hard as they could. Didnt you hear about that, Ted. asked Dirk. About the kids who tried to steal Gryffindors sword out of Snapes office at Hogwarts. An electric current seemed to course through Harry, jangling his every nerve as he stood rooted to the spot. Never heard a word, said Ted. Not in the Prophet, was it. Hardly, chortled Apxe. Griphook here told me, he heard about it from Bill Weasley who works for the bank. One of the kids who tried to take the sword was Bills younger sister. Harry glanced toward Hermione and Ron, both of whom were clutching the Extendable Ears as tightly as lifelines. She and a couple of friends got into Snapes office and smashed open the glass case where he was apparently keeping the sword.
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