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"
How
did
you
get
into
my
vault
?
"
they
heard
Bellatrix
scream
.
"
Did
that
dirty
little
goblin
in
the
cellar
help
you
?
"
"
We
only
met
him
tonight
!
"
Hermione
sobbed
.
"
We
've
never
been
inside
your
vault
...
It
is
n't
the
real
sword
!
It
's
a
copy
,
just
a
copy
!
"
"
A
copy
?
"
screeched
Bellatrix
.
"
Oh
,
a
likely
story
!
"
"
But
we
can
find
out
easily
!
"
came
Lucius
's
voice
.
"
Draco
,
fetch
the
goblin
,
he
can
tell
us
whether
the
sword
is
real
or
not
!
"
Harry
dashed
across
the
cellar
to
where
Griphook
was
huddled
on
the
floor
.
"
Griphook
,
"
he
whispered
into
the
goblin
's
pointed
ear
,
"
you
must
tell
them
that
sword
's
a
fake
,
they
must
n't
know
it
's
the
real
one
,
Griphook
,
please
--
"
He
could
hear
someone
scuttling
own
the
cellar
steps
;
next
moment
,
Draco
's
shaking
voice
spoke
from
behind
the
door
.
"
Stand
back
.
Line
up
against
the
back
wall
.
Do
n't
try
anything
,
or
I
'll
kill
you
!
"
They
did
as
they
were
bidden
;
as
the
lock
turned
,
Ron
clicked
the
Deluminator
and
the
lights
whisked
back
into
his
pocket
,
restoring
the
cellar
's
darkness
.
The
door
flew
open
;
Malfoy
marched
inside
,
wand
held
out
in
front
of
him
,
pale
and
determined
.
He
seized
the
little
goblin
by
the
arm
and
backed
out
again
,
dragging
Griphook
with
him
.
The
door
slammed
shut
and
at
the
same
moment
a
loud
crack
echoed
inside
the
cellar
.
