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"
It
's
not
that
,
it
gets
in
the
way
!
But
I
liked
my
nose
a
bit
shorter
,
try
and
do
it
the
way
you
did
last
time
.
"
Hermione
sighed
and
set
to
work
,
muttering
under
her
breath
as
she
transformed
various
aspects
of
Ron
's
appearance
.
He
was
to
be
given
a
completely
fake
identity
,
and
they
were
trusting
to
the
malevolent
aura
cast
by
Bellatrix
to
protect
him
.
Meanwhile
Harry
and
Griphook
were
to
be
concealed
under
the
Invisibility
Cloak
.
"
There
,
"
said
Hermione
,
"
how
does
he
look
,
Harry
?
"
It
was
just
not
possible
to
discern
Ron
under
his
disguise
,
but
only
,
Harry
thought
because
he
knew
him
so
well
.
Ron
's
hair
was
now
long
and
wavy
;
he
had
a
thick
brown
beard
and
mustache
,
no
freckles
,
a
short
,
broad
nose
,
and
heavy
eyebrows
.
"
Well
,
he
's
not
my
type
,
but
he
'll
do
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Shall
we
go
,
then
?
"
All
three
of
them
glanced
back
at
Shell
Cottage
,
lying
dark
and
silent
under
the
fading
stars
,
then
turned
and
began
to
walk
toward
the
point
,
just
beyond
the
boundary
wall
,
where
the
Fidelius
Charm
stopped
working
and
they
would
be
able
to
Disapparate
.
Once
past
the
gate
,
Griphook
spoke
.
"
I
should
climb
up
now
,
Harry
Potter
,
I
think
?
"
Harry
bent
down
and
the
goblin
clambered
onto
his
back
,
his
hands
linked
on
front
of
Harry
's
throat
.
He
was
not
heavy
,
but
Harry
disliked
the
feeling
of
the
goblin
and
the
surprising
strength
with
which
he
clung
on
.
Hermione
pulled
the
Invisibility
Cloak
out
of
the
beaded
bag
and
threw
it
over
them
both
.
"
Perfect
,
"
she
said
,
bending
down
to
check
Harry
's
feet
.
"
I
ca
n't
see
a
thing
.
Let
's
go
.
"
Harry
turned
on
the
spot
,
with
Griphook
on
his
shoulders
,
concentrating
with
all
his
might
on
the
Leaky
Cauldron
,
the
inn
that
was
the
entrance
to
Diagon
Alley
.
The
goblin
clung
even
tighter
as
they
moved
into
the
compressing
darkness
,
and
seconds
later
Harry
's
feet
found
pavement
and
he
opened
his
eyes
on
Charing
Cross
Road
.
Muggles
bustled
past
wearing
the
hangdog
expressions
of
early
morning
,
quite
unconscious
of
the
little
inn
's
existence
.
