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"
Outvoted
,
Harry
,
sorry
,
"
said
Ron
,
clapping
him
on
the
back
.
"
Fine
,
"
said
Harry
,
half
amused
,
half
irritated
.
"
Only
,
once
we
've
seen
Lovegood
,
let
's
try
and
look
for
some
more
Horcruxes
,
shall
we
?
Where
do
the
Lovegoods
live
,
anyway
?
Do
either
of
you
know
?
"
Yeah
,
they
're
not
far
from
my
place
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
I
dunno
exactly
where
,
but
Mum
and
Dad
always
point
toward
the
hills
whenever
they
mention
them
.
Should
n't
be
hard
to
find
.
"
When
Hermione
had
returned
to
her
bunk
,
Harry
lowered
his
voice
.
"
You
only
agreed
to
try
and
get
back
in
her
good
books
.
"
"
All
's
fair
in
love
and
war
,
"
said
Ron
brightly
,
"
and
this
is
a
bit
of
both
.
Cheer
up
,
it
's
the
Christmas
holidays
,
Luna
'll
be
home
!
"
They
had
an
excellent
view
of
the
village
of
Ottery
St.
Catchopole
from
the
breezy
hillside
to
which
they
Disapparated
next
morning
.
From
their
high
vantage
point
the
village
looked
like
a
collection
of
toy
houses
in
the
great
slanting
shafts
of
sunlight
stretching
to
earth
in
the
breaks
between
clouds
.
They
stood
for
a
minute
or
two
looking
toward
the
Burrow
,
their
hands
shadowing
their
eyes
,
but
all
they
could
make
out
were
the
high
hedges
and
trees
of
the
orchard
,
which
afforded
the
crooked
little
house
protection
from
Muggle
eyes
.
"
It
's
weird
,
being
this
near
,
but
not
going
to
visit
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Well
,
it
's
not
like
you
have
n't
just
seen
them
.
You
were
there
for
Christmas
,
"
said
Hermione
coldly
.
