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"
How
are
you
?
"
Harry
asked
Hermione
.
"
You
were
amazing
--
coming
up
with
that
story
when
she
was
hurting
you
like
that
--
"
Hermione
gave
a
weak
smile
as
Ron
gave
her
a
one-armed
squeeze
.
"
What
are
we
doing
now
,
Harry
?
"
he
asked
.
"
You
'll
see
.
Come
on
.
"
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
followed
Bill
up
the
steep
stairs
onto
a
small
landing
.
Three
doors
led
off
it
.
"
In
here
,
"
said
Bill
,
opening
the
door
into
his
and
Fleur
's
room
,
it
too
had
a
view
of
the
sea
,
now
flecked
with
gold
in
the
sunrise
.
Harry
moved
to
the
window
,
turned
his
back
on
the
spectacular
view
,
and
waited
,
his
arms
folded
,
his
scar
prickling
.
Hermione
took
the
chair
beside
the
dressing
table
;
Ron
sat
on
the
arm
.
Bill
reappeared
,
carrying
the
little
goblin
,
whom
he
set
down
carefully
upon
the
bed
.
Griphook
grunted
thanks
,
and
Bill
left
,
closing
the
door
upon
them
all
.
"
I
'm
sorry
to
take
you
out
of
bed
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
How
are
your
legs
?
"
"
Painful
,
"
replied
the
goblin
.
"
But
mending
.
"
He
was
still
clutching
the
sword
of
Gryffindor
,
and
wore
a
strange
look
:
half
truculent
,
half
intrigued
.
Harry
noted
the
goblin
's
sallow
skin
,
his
long
thin
fingers
,
his
black
eyes
.
Fleur
had
removed
his
shoes
:
His
long
feet
were
dirty
.
He
was
larger
than
a
house-elf
,
but
not
by
much
.
His
domed
head
was
much
bigger
than
a
human
's
.
