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Hermione
whipped
around
to
look
at
Harry
.
Neither
of
them
dared
say
more
in
front
of
Phineas
Nigellus
,
who
had
at
last
managed
to
locate
the
exit
.
"
Well
,
good
night
to
you
,
"
he
said
a
little
waspishly
,
and
he
began
to
move
out
of
sight
again
.
Only
the
edge
of
his
hat
brim
remained
in
view
when
Harry
gave
a
sudden
shout
.
"
Wait
!
Have
you
told
Snape
you
saw
this
?
"
Phineas
Nigellus
stuck
his
blindfolded
head
back
into
the
picture
.
"
Professor
Snape
has
more
important
things
on
his
mind
than
the
many
eccentricities
of
Albus
Dumbledore
.
Good-bye
,
Potter
!
"
And
with
that
,
he
vanished
completely
,
leaving
behind
him
nothing
but
his
murky
backdrop
.
"
Harry
!
"
Hermione
cried
.
"
I
know
!
"
Harry
shouted
.
Unable
to
contain
himself
,
he
punched
the
air
;
it
was
more
than
he
had
dared
to
hope
for
.
He
strode
up
and
down
the
tent
,
feeling
that
he
could
have
run
a
mile
;
he
did
not
even
feel
hungry
anymore
.
Hermione
was
squashing
Phineas
Nigellus
's
portrait
back
into
the
beaded
bag
;
when
she
had
fastened
the
clasp
she
threw
the
bag
aside
and
raised
a
shining
face
to
Harry
.
"
The
sword
can
destroy
Horcruxes
!
Goblin-made
blades
imbibe
only
that
which
strengthen
them
--
Harry
,
that
sword
's
impregnated
with
basilisk
venom
!
"
