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There
was
a
long
pause
filled
with
more
clattering
of
knives
and
forks
.
When
they
spoke
again
it
was
to
discuss
whether
they
ought
to
sleep
on
the
bank
or
retreat
back
up
the
wooded
slope
.
Deciding
the
trees
would
give
better
cover
,
they
extinguished
their
fire
,
then
clambered
back
up
the
incline
,
their
voices
fading
away
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
reeled
in
the
Extendable
Ears
.
Harry
,
who
had
found
the
need
to
remain
silent
increasingly
difficult
the
longer
they
eavesdropped
,
now
found
himself
unable
to
say
more
than
,
"
Ginny
--
the
sword
--
"
"
I
know
!
"
said
Hermione
.
She
lunged
for
the
tiny
beaded
bag
,
this
time
sinking
her
arm
in
it
right
up
to
the
armpit
.
"
Here
...
we
...
are
...
"
she
said
between
gritted
teeth
,
and
she
pulled
at
something
that
was
evidently
in
the
depths
of
the
bag
.
Slowly
the
edge
of
an
ornate
picture
frame
came
into
sight
.
Harry
hurried
to
help
her
.
As
they
lifted
the
empty
portrait
of
Phineas
Nigellus
free
of
Hermione
's
bag
,
she
kept
her
wand
pointing
at
it
,
ready
to
cast
a
spell
at
any
moment
.
"
If
somebody
swapped
the
real
sword
for
the
fake
while
it
was
in
Dumbledore
's
office
,
"
she
panted
,
as
they
propped
the
painting
against
the
side
of
the
tent
,
"
Phineas
Nigellus
would
have
seen
it
happen
,
he
hangs
right
beside
the
case
!
"
"
Unless
he
was
asleep
,
"
said
Harry
,
but
he
still
held
his
breath
as
Hermione
knelt
down
in
front
of
the
empty
canvas
,
her
wand
directed
at
its
center
,
cleared
her
throat
,
then
said
:
"
Er
--
Phineas
?
Phineas
Nigellus
?
"
Nothing
happened
.
