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"
He
read
Gregorovitch
's
mind
,
and
I
saw
this
young
bloke
perched
on
a
windowsill
,
and
he
fired
a
curse
at
Gregorovitch
and
jumped
out
of
sight
.
He
stole
it
,
he
stole
whatever
You-Know-Who
's
after
.
And
I
...
I
think
I
've
seen
him
somewhere
...
"
Harry
wished
he
could
have
another
glimpse
of
the
laughing
boy
's
face
.
The
theft
had
happened
many
years
ago
,
according
to
Gregorovitch
.
Why
did
the
young
thief
look
familiar
?
The
noises
of
the
surrounding
woods
were
muffled
inside
the
tent
;
all
Harry
could
hear
was
Ron
's
breathing
.
After
a
while
,
Ron
whispered
,
"
Could
n't
you
see
what
the
thief
was
holding
?
"
"
No
...
it
must
've
been
something
small
.
"
"
Harry
?
"
The
wooden
slats
of
Ron
's
bunk
creaked
as
he
repositioned
himself
in
bed
.
"
Harry
,
you
do
n't
reckon
You-Know-Who
's
after
something
else
to
turn
into
a
Horcrux
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
Harry
slowly
.
"
Maybe
.
But
would
n't
it
be
dangerous
for
him
to
make
another
one
?
Did
n't
Hermione
say
he
had
pushed
his
soul
to
the
limit
already
?
"
"
Yeah
,
but
maybe
he
does
n't
know
that
.
"
