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Giving
no
sign
that
she
had
heard
Hermione
,
Bathilda
now
shuffled
a
few
steps
closer
to
Harry
.
With
a
little
jerk
of
her
head
she
looked
back
into
the
hall
.
"
You
want
us
to
leave
?
"
he
asked
.
She
repeated
the
gesture
,
this
time
pointing
firstly
at
him
,
then
at
herself
,
then
at
the
ceiling
.
"
Oh
,
right
...
Hermione
,
I
think
she
wants
me
to
go
upstairs
with
her
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Hermione
,
"
let
's
go
.
But
when
Hermione
moved
,
Bathilda
shook
her
head
with
surprising
vigor
,
once
more
pointing
first
at
Harry
,
then
to
herself
.
"
She
wants
me
to
go
with
her
,
alone
.
"
"
Why
?
"
asked
Hermione
,
and
her
voice
rang
out
sharp
and
clear
in
the
candlelit
room
;
the
old
lady
shook
her
head
a
little
at
the
loud
noise
.
"
Maybe
Dumbledore
told
her
to
give
the
sword
to
me
,
and
only
to
me
?
"
"
Do
you
really
think
she
knows
who
you
are
?
"
