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Harry
put
his
hand
in
his
pocket
and
drew
out
Mad-Eye
's
eye
.
Hermione
recoiled
,
looking
horrified
.
"
Umbridge
had
stuck
it
to
her
office
door
,
to
spy
on
people
.
I
could
n't
leave
it
there
...
but
that
's
how
they
knew
there
were
intruders
.
"
Before
Hermione
could
answer
,
Ron
groaned
and
opened
his
eyes
.
He
was
still
gray
and
his
face
glistened
with
sweat
.
"
How
d'you
feel
?
"
Hermione
whispered
.
"
Lousy
,
"
croaked
Ron
,
wincing
as
he
felt
his
injured
arm
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
"
In
the
woods
where
they
held
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
I
wanted
somewhere
enclosed
,
undercover
,
and
this
was
--
"
"
--
the
first
place
you
thought
of
,
"
Harry
finished
for
her
,
glancing
around
at
the
apparently
deserted
glade
.
He
could
not
help
remembering
what
had
happened
the
last
time
they
had
Apparated
to
the
first
place
Hermione
had
thought
of
--
how
Death
Eaters
had
found
them
within
minutes
.
Had
it
been
Legilimency
?
Did
Voldemort
or
his
henchmen
know
,
even
now
,
where
Hermione
had
taken
them
?
"
D'you
reckon
we
should
move
on
?
"
Ron
asked
Harry
,
and
Harry
could
tell
by
the
look
on
Ron
's
face
that
he
was
thinking
the
same
.
"
I
dunno
.
"
