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The
hooded
Death
Eater
's
shout
reached
Harry
even
above
the
thunder
of
the
motorbike
's
engine
:
Next
moment
,
both
pursuers
had
fallen
back
and
disappeared
from
view
.
"
Harry
,
what
's
happened
?
"
bellowed
Hagrid
.
"
Where
've
they
gone
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
!
"
But
Harry
was
afraid
:
The
hooded
Death
Eater
had
shouted
,
"
It
's
the
real
one
!
"
;
how
had
he
known
?
He
gazed
around
at
the
apparently
empty
darkness
and
felt
its
menace
.
Where
were
they
?
He
clambered
around
on
the
seat
to
face
forward
and
seized
hold
of
the
back
of
Hagrid
's
jacket
.
"
Hagrid
,
do
the
dragon-fire
thing
again
,
let
's
get
out
of
here
!
"
"
Hold
on
tight
,
then
,
Harry
!
"
There
was
a
deafening
,
screeching
roar
again
and
the
white-blue
fire
shot
from
the
exhaust
:
Harry
felt
himself
slipping
backwards
off
what
little
of
the
seat
he
had
.
Hagrid
flung
backward
upon
him
,
barely
maintaining
his
grip
on
the
handlebars
--
"
I
think
we
've
lost
'em
Harry
,
I
think
we
've
done
it
!
"
yelled
Hagrid
.
But
Harry
was
not
convinced
;
Fear
lapped
at
him
as
he
looked
left
and
right
for
pursuers
he
was
sure
would
come
...
.
Why
had
they
fallen
back
?
One
of
them
had
still
had
a
wand
...
.
It
's
him
...
it
's
the
real
one
...
.
They
had
said
it
right
after
he
had
tried
to
Disarm
Stan
...
.
"
We
're
nearly
there
,
Harry
,
we
've
nearly
made
it
!
"
shouted
Hagrid
.
