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Ron
clicked
the
Deluminator
.
Three
balls
of
light
flew
back
into
the
air
from
his
pocket
,
revealing
Dobby
the
house-elf
,
who
had
just
Apparated
into
their
midst
.
"
DOB
--
!
"
Harry
hit
Ron
on
the
arm
to
stop
him
shouting
,
and
Ron
looked
terrified
at
his
mistake
.
Footsteps
crossed
the
ceiling
overhead
:
Draco
marching
Griphook
to
Bellatrix
.
Dobby
's
enormous
,
tennis-ball
shaped
eyes
were
wide
;
he
was
trembling
from
his
feet
to
the
tips
of
his
ears
.
He
was
back
in
the
home
of
his
old
masters
,
and
it
was
clear
that
he
was
petrified
.
"
Harry
Potter
,
"
he
squeaked
in
the
tiniest
quiver
of
a
voice
,
"
Dobby
has
come
to
rescue
you
.
"
"
But
how
did
you
--
?
"
An
awful
scream
drowned
Harry
's
words
:
Hermione
was
being
tortured
again
.
He
cut
to
the
essentials
.
"
You
can
Disapparate
out
of
this
cellar
?
"
he
asked
Dobby
,
who
nodded
,
his
ears
flapping
.
"
And
you
can
take
humans
with
you
?
"
