He turned back into the tent. It was a shock to see Ron and Hermione standing exactly where he had left them, Hermione still holding Lilys letter, Ron at her side looking slightly anxious. Didnt they realize how far they had traveled in the last few minutes. This is it, Harry said, trying to bring them inside the glow of his own astonished certainty.
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Began well anyway. I reckon we crossed half the distance before we stopped. One more day will do it.
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There was a sharp hiss. Presently out of the darkness Gollum came crawling on all fours, like an erring dog called to heel. He had a half-eaten fish in his mouth and another in his hand.
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Nothing that made Malfoy look that happy could be good news. To his slight annoyance, however, neither Ron nor Hermione seemed quite as curious about Malfoys activities as he was; or at least, they seemed to get bored of discussing it after a few days.
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All thought of the lateness of the hour apparently forgotten, he hurried around his desk, took the bottle with Slughorns memory in his uninjured hand, and strode here to the cabinet where he kept the Pensieve. And now, said Dumbledore, placing the stone basin upon his desk and emptying the contents of the bottle into it. Now, at last, we shall see.
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He sat up. Malfoys gaunt, petrified face seemed branded on the inside of his eyes. Harry felt sickened by what he had seen, by the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort.
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He held out the golden head of the statue, and Harry placed his hand upon it, past caring what he did next or where he went. I shall see you in half an hour, said Dumbledore quietly.
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On the second landing was the bedroom in which he and Ron had slept last time they had been here; he glanced into it. The wardrobe doors stood open and the bedclothes had been ripped back. Harry remembered the overturned troll leg downstairs. Somebody had searched the house since the Order had left.
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Trust me, said Ron. We dont want to be found fallouy. But it was too late. A rumble, as though of distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended.
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They watched him apprehensively, institutw he simply turned his head the other way, mouth slightly open, and slept on. The Hogwarts Express moved steadily north and the scenery outside the window became wilder and darker while the clouds overhead thickened.
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