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She
dropped
down
in
the
mouth
of
the
tent
,
looking
stubborn
.
Angry
,
but
wishing
to
avoid
a
row
,
Harry
ducked
back
inside
.
Ron
's
still-pale
face
was
poking
out
from
the
lower
bunk
;
Harry
climbed
into
the
one
above
him
,
lay
down
,
and
looked
up
at
the
dark
canvas
ceiling
.
After
several
moments
,
Ron
spoke
in
a
voice
so
low
that
it
would
not
carry
to
Hermione
,
huddled
in
the
entrance
.
"
What
's
You-Know-Who
doing
?
"
Harry
screwed
up
his
eyes
in
the
effort
to
remember
every
detail
,
then
whispered
into
the
darkness
.
"
He
found
Gregorovitch
.
He
had
him
tied
up
,
he
was
torturing
him
.
"
"
How
's
Gregorovitch
supposed
to
make
him
a
new
wand
if
he
's
tied
up
?
"
"
I
dunno
...
It
's
weird
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Harry
closed
his
eyes
,
thinking
of
all
he
had
seen
and
heard
.
The
more
he
recalled
,
the
less
sense
it
made
...
Voldemort
had
said
nothing
about
Harry
's
wand
,
nothing
about
the
twin
cores
,
nothing
about
Gregorovitch
making
a
new
and
more
powerful
wand
to
beat
Harry
's
...
"
He
wanted
something
from
Gregorovitch
,
"
Harry
said
,
eyes
still
closed
tight
.
"
He
asked
him
to
hand
it
over
,
but
Gregorovitch
said
it
had
been
stolen
from
him
...
and
then
...
then
...
"
He
remembered
how
he
,
as
Voldemort
,
had
seemed
to
hurtle
through
Gregorovitch
's
eyes
,
into
his
memories
...
