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"
Harry
--
Harry
--
what
are
you
doing
?
"
cried
Hermione
.
"
Get
up
,
climb
up
,
come
on
--
"
The
dragon
had
not
realized
that
it
was
free
:
Harry
's
foot
found
the
crook
of
its
hind
leg
and
he
pulled
himself
up
onto
its
back
.
The
scales
were
hard
as
steel
;
it
did
not
even
seem
to
feel
him
.
He
stretched
out
an
arm
;
Hermione
hoisted
herself
up
;
Ron
climbed
on
behind
them
,
and
a
second
later
the
dragon
became
aware
that
it
was
untethered
.
With
a
roar
it
reared
:
Harry
dug
in
his
knees
,
clutching
as
tightly
as
he
could
to
the
jagged
scales
as
the
wings
opened
,
knocking
the
shrieking
goblins
aside
like
skittles
,
and
it
soared
into
the
air
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
,
flat
on
its
back
,
scraped
against
the
ceiling
as
it
dived
toward
the
passage
opening
,
while
the
pursuing
goblins
hurled
daggers
that
glanced
off
its
flanks
.
"
We
'll
never
get
out
,
it
's
too
big
!
"
Hermione
screamed
,
but
the
dragon
opened
its
mouth
and
belched
flame
again
,
blasting
the
tunnel
,
whose
floors
and
ceiling
cracked
and
crumbled
.
By
sheer
force
,
the
dragon
clawed
and
fought
its
way
through
Harry
's
eyes
were
shut
tight
against
the
heat
and
dust
:
Deafened
by
the
crash
of
rock
and
the
dragon
's
roars
,
he
could
only
cling
to
its
back
,
expecting
to
be
shaken
off
at
any
moment
;
then
he
heard
Hermione
yelling
,
"
Defodio
!
"
She
was
helping
the
dragon
enlarge
the
passageway
,
carving
out
the
ceiling
as
it
struggled
upward
toward
the
fresher
air
,
away
from
the
shrieking
and
clanking
goblins
:
Harry
and
Ron
copied
her
,
blasting
the
ceiling
apart
with
more
gouging
spells
.
They
passed
the
underground
lake
,
and
the
great
crawling
,
snarling
beast
seemed
to
sense
freedom
and
space
ahead
of
it
,
and
behind
them
the
passage
was
full
of
the
dragon
's
thrashing
,
spiked
tail
,
of
great
lumps
of
rock
,
gigantic
fractured
stalactites
,
and
the
clanking
of
the
goblins
seemed
to
be
growing
more
muffled
,
while
ahead
,
the
dragon
's
fire
kept
their
progress
clear
--
And
then
at
last
,
by
the
combined
force
of
their
spells
and
the
dragon
's
brute
strength
,
they
had
blasted
their
way
out
of
the
passage
into
the
marble
hallway
.
Goblins
and
wizards
shrieked
and
ran
for
cover
,
and
finally
the
dragon
had
room
to
stretch
its
wings
:
Turning
its
horned
head
toward
the
cool
outside
air
it
could
smell
beyond
the
entrance
,
it
took
off
,
and
with
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
still
clinging
to
its
back
,
it
forced
its
way
through
the
metal
doors
,
leaving
them
buckled
and
hanging
from
their
hinges
,
as
it
staggered
into
Diagon
Alley
and
launched
itself
into
the
sky
.
There
was
no
means
of
steering
;
the
dragon
could
not
see
where
it
was
going
,
and
Harry
knew
that
if
it
turned
sharply
or
rolled
in
midair
they
would
find
it
impossible
to
cling
onto
its
broad
back
.
Nevertheless
,
as
they
climbed
higher
and
higher
,
London
unfurling
below
them
like
a
gray-and-green
map
,
Harry
's
overwhelming
feeling
was
of
gratitude
for
an
escape
that
had
seemed
impossible
.
Crouching
low
over
the
beast
's
neck
,
he
clung
tight
to
the
metallic
scales
,
and
the
cool
breeze
was
soothing
on
his
burned
and
blistered
skin
,
the
dragon
's
wings
beating
the
air
like
the
sails
of
a
windmill
.
Behind
him
,
whether
from
delight
or
fear
he
could
not
tell
,
Ron
kept
swearing
at
the
top
of
his
voice
,
and
Hermione
seemed
to
be
sobbing
.
After
five
minutes
or
so
,
Harry
lost
some
of
his
immediate
dread
that
the
dragon
was
going
to
throw
them
off
,
for
it
seemed
intent
on
nothing
but
getting
as
far
away
from
its
underground
prison
as
possible
;
but
the
question
of
how
and
when
they
were
to
dismount
remained
rather
frightening
.
He
had
no
idea
how
long
dragons
could
fly
without
landing
,
nor
how
this
particular
dragon
,
which
could
barely
see
,
would
locate
a
good
place
to
put
down
.
He
glanced
around
constantly
,
imagining
that
he
could
feel
his
seat
prickling
.
