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Harry
had
not
meant
to
say
it
so
badly
:
the
words
were
forced
from
him
as
pain
shot
through
his
lightning
scar
and
he
saw
,
again
,
the
outline
of
Hogwarts
.
He
closed
his
mind
firmly
.
He
needed
to
deal
with
Griphook
first
.
Ron
and
Hermione
were
staring
at
Harry
as
though
he
had
gone
mad
.
"
Harry
--
"
said
Hermione
,
but
she
was
cut
off
by
Griphook
.
"
Break
into
a
Gringotts
vault
?
"
repeated
the
goblin
,
wincing
a
little
as
he
shifted
his
position
upon
the
bed
.
"
It
is
impossible
.
"
"
No
,
it
is
n't
,
"
Ron
contradicted
him
.
"
It
's
been
done
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
The
same
day
I
first
met
you
,
Griphook
.
My
birthday
,
seven
years
ago
.
"
"
The
vault
in
question
was
empty
at
the
time
,
"
snapped
the
goblin
,
and
Harry
understood
that
even
though
Griphook
had
left
Gringotts
,
he
was
offended
at
the
idea
of
its
defenses
being
breached
.
"
Its
protection
was
minimal
.
"
"
Well
,
the
vault
we
need
to
get
into
is
n't
empty
,
and
I
'm
guessing
its
protection
will
be
pretty
powerful
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
It
belongs
to
the
Lestranges
.
"
He
saw
Hermione
and
Ron
look
at
each
other
,
astonished
,
but
there
would
be
time
enough
to
explain
after
Griphook
had
given
his
answer
.
"
You
have
no
chance
,
"
said
Griphook
flatly
.
"
No
chance
at
all
.
If
you
seek
beneath
our
floors
,
a
treasure
that
was
never
yours
--
"
"
Thief
,
you
have
been
warned
,
beware
--
yeah
,
I
know
,
I
remember
,
"
said
Harry
.
