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"
'
There
were
once
three
brothers
who
were
traveling
along
a
lonely
,
winding
road
at
twilight
--
'
"
"
Midnight
,
our
mum
always
told
us
,
"
said
Ron
,
who
had
stretched
out
,
arms
behind
his
head
,
to
listen
.
Hermione
shot
him
a
look
of
annoyance
.
"
Sorry
,
I
just
think
it
's
a
bit
spookier
if
it
's
midnight
!
"
said
Ron
.
"
Yeah
,
because
we
really
need
a
bit
more
fear
in
our
lives
,
"
said
Harry
before
he
could
stop
himself
.
Xenophilius
did
not
seem
to
be
paying
much
attention
,
but
was
staring
out
of
the
window
at
the
sky
.
"
Go
on
,
Hermione
.
"
"
In
time
,
the
brothers
reached
a
river
too
deep
to
wade
through
and
too
dangerous
to
swim
across
.
However
,
these
brothers
were
learned
in
the
magical
arts
,
and
so
they
simply
waved
their
wands
and
made
a
bridge
appear
across
the
treacherous
water
.
They
were
halfway
across
it
when
they
found
their
path
blocked
by
a
hooded
figure
.
"
'
And
Death
spoke
to
them
--
'
"
"
Sorry
,
"
interjected
Harry
,
"
but
Death
spoke
to
them
?
"
"
It
's
a
fairy
tale
,
Harry
!
"
"
Right
,
sorry
.
Go
on
.
"
"
'
And
Death
spoke
to
them
.
He
was
angry
that
he
had
been
cheated
out
of
the
three
new
victims
,
for
travelers
usually
drowned
in
the
river
.
But
Death
was
cunning
.
