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A
gigantic
dragon
was
tethered
to
the
ground
in
front
of
them
,
barring
access
to
four
or
five
of
the
deepest
vaults
in
the
place
.
The
beast
's
scales
had
turned
pale
and
flaky
during
its
long
incarceration
under
the
ground
,
its
eyes
were
milkily
pink
;
both
rear
legs
bore
heavy
cuffs
from
which
chains
led
to
enormous
pegs
driven
deep
into
the
rocky
floor
.
Its
great
spiked
wings
,
folded
close
to
its
body
,
would
have
filled
the
chamber
if
it
spread
them
,
and
when
it
turned
its
ugly
head
toward
them
,
it
roared
with
a
noise
that
made
the
rock
tremble
,
opened
its
mouth
,
and
spat
a
jet
of
fire
that
sent
them
running
back
up
the
passageway
.
"
It
is
partially
blind
,
"
panted
Griphook
,
"
but
even
more
savage
for
that
.
However
,
we
have
the
means
to
control
it
.
It
has
learned
what
to
expect
when
the
Clankers
come
.
Give
them
to
me
.
"
Ron
passed
the
bag
to
Griphook
,
and
the
goblin
pulled
out
a
number
of
small
metal
instruments
that
when
shaken
made
a
long
ringing
noise
like
miniature
hammers
on
anvils
.
Griphook
handed
them
out
:
Bogrod
accepted
his
meekly
.
"
You
know
what
to
do
,
"
Griphook
told
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
.
"
It
will
expect
pain
when
it
hears
the
noise
.
It
will
retreat
,
and
Bogrod
must
place
his
palm
upon
the
door
of
the
vault
.
"
They
advanced
around
the
corner
again
,
shaking
the
Clankers
,
and
the
noise
echoed
off
the
rocky
walls
,
grossly
magnified
,
so
that
the
inside
of
Harry
's
skull
seemed
to
vibrate
with
the
den
.
The
dragon
let
out
another
hoarse
roar
,
then
retreated
.
Harry
could
see
it
trembling
,
and
as
they
drew
nearer
he
saw
the
scars
made
by
vicious
slashes
across
its
face
,
and
guess
that
it
had
been
taught
to
fear
hot
swords
when
it
heard
the
sound
of
the
Clankers
.
"
Make
him
press
his
hand
to
the
door
!
"
Griphook
urged
Harry
,
who
turned
his
wand
again
upon
Bogrod
.
The
old
goblin
obeyed
,
pressing
his
palm
to
the
wood
,
and
the
door
of
the
vault
melted
away
to
reveal
a
cavelike
opening
crammed
from
floor
to
ceiling
with
golden
coins
and
goblets
,
silver
armor
,
the
skins
of
strange
creatures
--
some
with
long
spines
,
other
with
drooping
wings
--
potions
in
jeweled
flasks
,
and
a
skull
still
wearing
a
crown
.
"
Search
,
fast
!
"
said
Harry
as
they
all
hurried
inside
the
vault
.
He
had
described
Hufflepuff
's
cap
to
Ron
and
Hermione
,
but
if
it
was
the
other
,
unknown
Horcrux
that
resided
in
this
vault
,
he
did
not
know
what
it
looked
like
.
He
barely
had
time
to
glance
around
,
however
,
before
there
was
a
muffled
clunk
from
behind
them
:
The
door
had
reappeared
,
sealing
them
inside
the
vault
,
and
they
were
plunged
into
total
darkness
.
"
No
matter
,
Bogrod
will
be
able
to
release
us
!
"
said
Griphook
as
Ron
gave
a
shout
of
surprise
.
"
Light
your
wands
,
ca
n't
you
?
And
hurry
,
we
have
little
time
!
"
"
Lumos
!
"
Harry
shone
his
lit
wand
around
the
vault
:
Its
beam
fell
upon
glittering
jewels
;
he
saw
the
fake
sword
of
Gryffindor
lying
on
a
high
shelf
amongst
a
jumble
of
chains
.
Ron
and
Hermione
had
lit
their
wands
too
,
and
were
now
examining
the
piles
of
objects
surrounding
them
.
