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Aware
that
Hermione
was
watching
him
suspiciously
,
Harry
hurried
up
the
stairs
to
the
hall
and
then
to
the
first
landing
,
where
he
dashed
into
the
bathroom
and
bolted
the
door
again
.
Grunting
with
pain
,
he
slumped
over
the
black
basin
with
its
taps
in
the
form
of
open-mouthed
serpents
and
closed
his
eyes
...
He
was
gliding
along
a
twilit
street
.
The
buildings
on
either
side
of
him
had
high
,
timbered
gables
;
they
looked
like
gingerbread
houses
.
He
approached
one
of
them
,
then
saw
the
whiteness
of
his
own
long-fingered
hand
against
the
door
.
He
knocked
.
He
felt
a
mounting
excitement
...
The
door
opened
:
A
laughing
woman
stood
there
.
Her
face
fell
as
she
looked
into
Harry
's
face
:
humor
gone
,
terror
replacing
it
...
"
Gregorovitch
?
"
said
a
high
,
cold
voice
.
She
shook
her
head
:
She
was
trying
to
close
the
door
.
A
white
hand
held
it
steady
,
prevented
her
shutting
him
out
...
"
I
want
Gregorovitch
.
"
"
Er
wohnt
hier
nicht
mehr
!
"
she
cried
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
He
no
live
here
!
He
no
live
here
!
I
know
him
not
!
"
Abandoning
the
attempt
to
close
the
door
,
she
began
to
back
away
down
the
dark
hall
,
and
Harry
followed
,
gliding
toward
her
,
and
his
long-fingered
hand
had
drawn
his
wand
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
