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"
It
's
there
,
it
's
up
there
!
"
Ron
and
Hermione
pointed
there
wands
at
it
too
,
so
that
the
little
golden
cup
sparkled
in
a
three-way
spotlight
:
the
cup
that
had
belonged
to
Helga
Hufflepuff
,
which
had
passed
into
the
possession
of
Hepzibah
Smith
,
from
whom
it
had
been
stolen
by
Tom
Riddle
.
"
And
how
the
hell
are
we
going
to
get
up
there
without
touching
anything
?
"
asked
Ron
.
"
Accio
Cup
!
"
cried
Hermione
,
who
had
evidently
forgotten
in
her
desperation
what
Griphook
had
told
them
during
their
planning
sessions
.
"
No
use
,
no
use
!
"
snarled
the
goblin
.
"
Then
what
do
we
do
?
"
said
Harry
,
glaring
at
the
goblin
.
"
If
you
want
the
sword
,
Griphook
,
then
you
'll
have
to
help
us
more
than
--
wait
!
Can
I
touch
stuff
with
the
sword
?
Hermione
,
give
it
here
!
"
Hermione
fumbled
insider
her
robes
,
drew
out
a
beaded
bag
,
rummaged
for
a
few
seconds
,
then
removed
the
shining
sword
.
Harry
seized
it
by
its
rubied
hilt
and
touched
the
tip
of
the
blade
to
a
silver
flagon
nearby
,
which
did
not
multiply
.
"
If
I
can
just
poke
the
sword
through
a
handle
--
but
how
am
I
going
to
get
up
there
?
"
The
shelf
on
which
the
cup
reposed
was
out
of
reach
for
any
of
them
,
even
Ron
,
who
was
tallest
.
The
heat
from
the
enchanted
treasure
rose
in
waves
,
and
sweat
ran
down
Harry
's
face
and
back
as
he
struggled
to
think
of
a
way
up
to
the
cup
;
and
then
he
heard
the
dragon
roar
on
the
other
side
of
the
vault
door
,
and
the
sound
of
clanking
growing
louder
and
louder
.
