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"
No
,
I
do
n't
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
There
you
go
!
"
said
Ron
quickly
,
before
Hermione
could
carry
on
.
"
If
it
was
n't
Dumbledore
,
explain
how
Dobby
knew
we
were
in
the
cellar
,
Hermione
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
--
but
can
you
explain
how
Dumbledore
sent
him
to
us
if
he
's
lying
in
a
tomb
at
Hogwarts
?
"
"
I
dunno
,
it
could
've
been
his
ghost
!
"
"
Dumbledore
would
n't
come
back
as
a
ghost
,
"
said
Harry
.
There
was
little
about
Dumbledore
he
was
sure
of
now
,
but
he
knew
that
much
.
"
He
would
have
gone
on
.
"
"
What
d'you
mean
,
'
gone
on
'
?
"
asked
Ron
,
but
before
Harry
could
say
any
more
,
a
voice
behind
them
said
,
"
'
Arry
?
"
Fleur
had
come
out
of
the
cottage
,
her
long
silver
hair
flying
in
the
breeze
.
"
'
Arry
,
Grip
'
ook
would
like
to
speak
to
you
.
'
E
eez
in
ze
smallest
bedroom
,
'
e
says
'
e
does
not
want
to
be
over
'
eard
.
"
Her
dislike
of
the
goblin
sending
her
to
deliver
messages
was
clear
;
she
looked
irritable
as
she
walked
back
around
the
house
.
Griphook
was
waiting
for
them
,
as
Fleur
had
said
,
in
the
tiniest
of
the
cottage
's
three
bedrooms
,
in
which
Hermione
and
Luna
slept
by
night
.
He
had
drawn
the
red
cotton
curtains
against
the
bright
,
cloudy
sky
,
which
gave
the
room
a
fiery
glow
at
odds
with
the
rest
of
the
airy
,
light
cottage
.
