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There
were
several
distinct
splashes
and
then
the
slapping
sounds
of
fish
against
flesh
.
Somebody
grunted
appreciatively
.
Harry
pressed
the
Extendable
Ear
deeper
into
his
own
:
Over
the
murmur
of
the
river
he
could
make
out
more
voices
,
but
they
were
not
speaking
English
or
any
human
language
he
had
ever
heard
.
It
was
a
rough
and
unmelodious
tongue
,
a
string
of
rattling
,
guttural
noises
,
and
there
seemed
to
be
two
speakers
,
one
with
a
slightly
lower
,
slower
voice
than
the
other
.
A
fire
danced
into
life
on
the
other
side
of
the
canvas
;
large
shadows
passed
between
tent
and
flames
.
The
delicious
smell
of
baking
salmon
wafted
tantalizingly
in
their
direction
.
Then
came
the
clinking
of
cutlery
on
plates
,
and
the
first
man
spoke
again
.
"
Here
,
Griphook
,
Gornuk
.
"
Goblins
!
Hermione
mouthed
at
Harry
,
who
nodded
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
the
goblins
together
in
English
.
"
So
,
you
three
have
been
on
the
run
how
long
?
"
asked
a
new
,
mellow
,
and
pleasant
voice
;
it
was
vaguely
familiar
to
Harry
,
who
pictured
a
round-bellied
,
cheerful-faced
man
.
"
Six
weeks
...
seven
...
I
forget
,
"
said
the
tired
man
.
"
Met
up
with
Griphook
in
the
first
couple
of
days
and
joined
forces
with
Gornuk
not
long
after
.
Nice
to
have
a
bit
of
company
.
"
There
was
a
pause
,
while
knives
scraped
plates
and
tin
mugs
were
picked
up
and
replaced
on
the
ground
.
"
What
made
you
leave
,
Ted
?
"
continued
the
man
.
"
Knew
they
were
coming
for
me
,
"
replied
mellow-voiced
Ted
,
and
Harry
suddenly
knew
who
he
was
:
Tonks
's
father
.
"
Heard
Death
Eaters
were
in
the
area
last
week
and
decided
I
'd
better
run
for
it
.
Refused
to
register
as
a
Muggle-born
on
principle
,
see
,
so
I
knew
it
was
a
matter
of
time
,
knew
I
'd
have
to
leave
in
the
end
.
My
wife
should
be
okay
,
she
's
pure-blood
.
And
then
I
met
Dean
here
,
what
,
a
few
days
ago
,
son
?
"
"
Yeah
,
"
said
another
voice
,
and
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
stared
at
each
other
,
silent
but
beside
themselves
with
excitement
,
sure
they
recognized
the
voice
of
Dean
Thomas
,
their
fellow
Gryffindor
.
