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"
My
children
,
"
he
bellowed
,
pointing
at
her
.
His
voice
was
cracked
,
high-pitched
,
he
sounded
distraught
.
"
Where
are
my
children
?
What
has
he
done
with
them
?
You
know
,
you
know
!
"
"
I
--
I
really
--
"
stammered
Hermione
.
The
man
lunged
at
her
,
reaching
for
her
throat
.
Then
,
with
a
bang
and
a
burst
of
red
light
he
was
thrown
backward
onto
the
ground
,
unconscious
.
Ron
stood
there
,
his
wand
still
outstretched
and
a
look
of
shock
visible
behind
his
beard
.
Faces
appeared
at
the
windows
on
either
side
of
the
street
,
while
a
little
knot
of
prosperous-looking
passerby
gathered
their
robes
about
them
and
broke
into
gentle
trots
,
keen
to
vacate
the
scene
.
Their
entrance
into
Diagon
Alley
could
hardly
have
been
more
conspicuous
;
for
a
moment
Harry
wondered
whether
it
might
not
be
better
to
leave
now
and
try
to
think
of
a
different
plan
.
Before
they
could
move
or
consult
one
another
,
however
,
they
heard
a
cry
from
behind
them
.
"
Why
,
Madam
Lestrange
!
"
Harry
whirled
around
and
Griphook
tightened
his
hold
around
Harry
's
neck
:
A
tall
,
think
wizard
with
a
crown
of
bushy
gray
hair
and
a
long
,
sharp
nose
was
striding
toward
them
.
"
It
's
Travers
,
"
hissed
the
goblin
into
Harry
's
ear
,
but
at
that
moment
Harry
could
not
think
who
Travers
was
.
Hermione
had
drawn
herself
up
to
full
height
and
said
with
as
much
contempt
as
she
could
muster
:
"
And
what
do
you
want
?
"
Travers
stopped
in
his
tracks
,
clearly
affronted
.
"
He
's
another
Death
Eater
!
"
breathed
Griphook
,
and
Harry
sidled
sideways
to
repeat
the
information
into
Hermione
's
ear
.
