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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 from 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 sigm find another lonely and secluded spot, traveling by Apparition to more woods, to the shadowy crevices of cliffs, to purple moors, gorse-covered mountainsides, 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 game of pass-the-parcel, where they dreaded the music stopping because the reward was twelve hours of increased fear and 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 his 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 tune in to whatever took his fancy. Apparently Voldemort was dwelling endlessly on the unknown youth with the gleeful face, clasn 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 swam tantalizingly in his memory, he learned to suppress any sign of pain or discomfort, for the other two showed nothing but impatience at the mention of the thief. He could not entirely blame them, when they were 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, and 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 Clash of clans sign in only agreed to come on what now felt like a pointless and 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 clzns fear that Hermione too was disappointed by his poor leadership. In clajs he tried to think of further Horcrux locations, but the only one that continued to occur to him was Hogwarts, and as neither Clsh 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 mulches 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 at 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 Wales, 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 food 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 a girl, I suppose. No, its because youre supposed to be the best at magic. shot back Ron. Hermione jumped up and sing of roast pike slid Clash of clans sign in her tin plate onto the floor. You can do the 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 them not to talk. Then, over the rush and gush of the dark river beside them, he heard voices again. He looked around at the 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, all 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 Classh 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 sigb 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 Clahs. Hermione snatched up the beaded bag and started to rummage; after a moment she drew out three Extendable Ears and 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 ov 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 sounds 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 more 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 nodded. Thank you, said 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 up and replaced on the ground. What made you leave, Ted. continued the man. Knew they were coming for me, replied mellow-voiced Ted, and Harry suddenly knew who he 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 the end. My wife should be okay, shes pure-blood. And then I met Dean Clash of clans sign in, what, a few days ago, son. Yeah, said another voice, and Harry, Ron, and 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 Dean. My dad left my mum when I was 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 surprised 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 right 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 in 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, on the whole. You had a false clqns, 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 I 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 helped 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 2022 steam winter sale tried to steal Gryffindors sword out of Snapes office at Hogwarts. An electric current seemed to course through Harry, jangling his every nerve coans he stood rooted to the spot. Never heard a word, said Ted. Not in the Prophet, was it. Hardly, chortled Dirk. 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 cocbases th10 open the glass case where he was apparently keeping the sword. Snape caught them as they were trying to smuggle it down the staircase. Ah, God bless em, said Ted. What did they think, that theyd be able to use the sword on You-Know-Who. Or on Snape himself. Well, whatever they thought they were going to do with it, Snape decided the sword wasnt safe where it was, said Dirk. Couple sing days later, once hed got the say-so from You-Know-Who, I imagine, he sent it down to London to be kept in Gringotts instead. The goblins started to laugh sigj. Im still not seeing the joke, said Ted. Its a fake, rasped Griphook. The sword of Gryffindor. Oh yes. It is a copy - an excellent copy, it is true - but it was Wizardmade. The original was forged centuries ago by goblins and had certain properties only goblin-made armor possesses. Wherever the genuine sword of Gryffindor is, it is not in a vault at Gringotts bank. I see, said Ted. And I take it you didnt bother telling the Death Eaters this. I saw no reason to trouble them with the information, said Griphook smugly, and now Ted and Dean joined in Gornuk and Dirks laughter. Inside the tent, Harry shop games his eyes, willing someone to ask the question he needed answered, and after a minute that seemed ten, Dean obliged; he was (Harry remembered with a jolt) an ex-boyfriend of Ginnys too. What happened to Ginny and the siggn. The ones who tried to steal it. Oh, they were punished, and cruelly, said Griphook indifferently. Theyre okay, though. asked Ted quickly. I mean, the Weasleys dont need any more of their iin injured, do they. They suffered no serious injury, as far as I am aware, said Griphook. Lucky for them, said Ted. With Snapes track record I suppose Clasy should just be glad theyre still alive. You believe that story, then, do you, Ted. asked Dirk. You believe Snape killed Dumbledore. Course I do, said Ted. Youre not going to sit there and tell me Clawh think Potter had anything to do with it. Hard to know what clwns believe these days, muttered Dirk. I know Harry Potter, said Dean. And I reckon hes the real thing - the Chosen One, or whatever you want dlans call it. Yeah, theres a lot would like to believe hes that, son, said Dirk, me included. But where is he. Run for it, by the looks of things. Youd think, if he click to see more anything we dont, or had anything special going for him, hed be out there now fighting, rallying resistance, instead of hiding. And you know, the Prophet made a pretty good case against him - Clanx Prophet. scoffed Ted. You deserve to be lied to if youre still reading that muck, Dirk. You want the facts, try the Quibbler. There was a sudden explosion of choking and retching, plus a good deal of thumping; Clas the sound of it, Dirk had swallowed a fish bone. At last he spluttered, The Quibbler. That lunatic rag of Xeno Lovegoods. Its not so lunatic these days, said Ted. You want to give it a look. Xeno is printing all the stuff the Prophets ignoring, not a single mention of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in the siggn issue. How long theyll let him get away with it, mind, I dont know. But Xeno says, front page of every issue, that any wizard whos against You-Know-Who ought to make helping Harry Potter their number-one priority. Hard to help a boy whos vanished off the face of the earth, said Dirk. Listen, the fact that they havent caught him yets one hell of an achievement, said Ted. Id take tips from him gladly; its what were trying to do, stay free, isnt it. Claans, well, youve got a point there, said Dirk heavily. With the whole of the Ministry and all their informers looking for him Id have expected Calsh to be caught by now. Mind, whos to say they havent already caught and killed him without publicizing it. Ah, dont say that, Dirk, murmured Ted. There was a long pause filled with more clattering of knives and forks. When they spoke again it was to discuss whether they ought to sleep on the bank or retreat back up the wooded slope. Deciding the trees would give better cover, they extinguished their fire, then clambered back up the incline, their voices fading away. Harry, Ron, and Hermione reeled in the Extendable Ears. Harry, who had found the need to remain silent increasingly difficult the longer they eavesdropped, free civilization games your found himself unable to say more than, Ginny read more the sword - I know. said Hermione. She lunged for the tiny beaded bag, this time sinking her arm in it right up to the armpit. Here. we. are. she said between gritted teeth, and she pulled at something that was evidently in the depths of the bag. Slowly the edge of an oof picture frame came into sight. Harry hurried to help her. As Clqsh lifted the empty portrait of Phineas Nigellus free of Hermiones bag, she kept her wand pointing at it, ready to cast a spell at any moment. If somebody swapped the real sword for the fake clanw it was in Dumbledores office, she panted, as they propped the painting against the side of the tent, Phineas Nigellus would have seen it happen, he hangs right beside the case. Unless he was asleep, said Harry, but he still held his breath as Hermione knelt down in front of the empty canvas, her wand directed at its center, cleared her throat, then said: Er - Phineas. Phineas Nigellus. Nothing happened. Phineas Nigellus. said Hermione again. Professor Black. Please could we talk to you. Please. Please always helps, said a cold, snide voice, and Phineas Nigellus slid into his portrait. At once, Hermione cried: Obscuro. A black blindfold appeared over Phineas Nigelluss clever, dark eyes, causing him to bump into the frame and shriek with pain. What - how dare - what are you -. Im very sorry, Professor Black, said Hermione, but its clasn necessary precaution. Remove this foul addition at once. Remove it, I say. You are ruining a great work of art. Where am I. What is going on. Never mind where we are, said Harry, and Phineas Nigellus froze, abandoning his attempts to peel off the painted blindfold. If that possibly be the voice of the elusive Mr. Potter. Maybe, said Harry, knowing that this would keep Phineas Nigelluss interest. Weve got a couple of questions to ask you - about the sword of Gryffindor. Ah, said Phineas Nigellus, now turning his head this way and that in an effort to catch sight of Harry, yes. That silly girl acted most unwisely there - Shut up about my sister, said Ron roughly. Phineas Nigellus raised supercilious eyebrows. Who else is here. he asked, turning his head from side to side. Your tone displeases me. The girl and her friends were foolhardy in the extreme. Thieving from lcans headmaster. They werent thieving, said Harry. That sword isnt Snapes. It belongs to Professor Pf school, said Phineas Nigellus.

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