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"
Do
not
lie
to
Lord
Voldemort
,
Gregorovitch
.
He
knows
...
He
always
knows
.
"
The
hanging
man
's
pupils
were
wide
,
dilated
with
fear
,
and
they
seemed
to
swell
,
bigger
and
bigger
until
their
blackness
swallowed
Harry
whole
--
And
now
Harry
was
hurrying
along
a
dark
corridor
in
stout
little
Gregorovitch
's
wake
as
he
held
a
lantern
aloft
:
Gregorovitch
burst
into
the
room
at
the
end
of
the
passage
and
his
lantern
illuminated
what
looked
like
a
workshop
;
wood
shavings
and
gold
gleamed
in
the
swinging
pool
of
light
,
and
there
on
the
window
ledge
sat
perched
,
like
a
giant
bird
,
a
young
man
with
golden
hair
.
In
the
split
second
that
the
lantern
's
light
illuminated
him
,
Harry
saw
the
delight
upon
his
handsome
face
,
then
the
intruder
shot
a
Stunning
Spell
from
his
wand
and
jumped
neatly
backward
out
of
the
window
with
a
crow
of
laughter
.
And
Harry
was
hurtling
back
out
of
those
wide
,
tunnellike
pupils
and
Gregorovitch
's
face
was
stricken
with
terror
.
"
Who
was
the
thief
,
Gregorovitch
?
"
said
the
high
cold
voice
.
"
I
do
not
know
,
I
never
knew
,
a
young
man
--
no
--
please
--
PLEASE
!
"
A
scream
that
went
on
and
on
and
then
a
burst
of
green
light
--
"
Harry
!
"
He
opened
his
eyes
,
panting
,
his
forehead
throbbing
.
He
had
passed
out
against
the
side
of
the
tent
,
had
slid
sideways
down
the
canvas
,
and
was
sprawled
on
the
ground
.
He
looked
up
at
Hermione
,
whose
bushy
hair
obscured
the
tiny
patch
of
sky
visible
through
the
dark
branches
high
above
them
.
"
Dream
,
"
he
said
,
sitting
up
quickly
and
attempting
to
meet
Hermione
's
glower
with
a
look
of
innocence
.
"
Must
've
dozed
off
,
sorry
.
"
