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They
agreed
,
Hermione
a
little
faintly
,
and
now
Harry
could
see
the
dragon
's
wide
yellow
underbelly
rippling
in
the
surface
of
the
water
.
"
NOW
!
"
He
slithered
over
the
side
of
the
dragon
and
plummeted
feetfirst
toward
the
surface
of
the
lake
;
the
drop
was
greater
than
he
had
estimated
and
he
hit
the
water
hard
,
plunging
like
a
stone
into
a
freezing
,
green
,
reed-filled
world
.
He
kicked
toward
the
surface
and
emerged
,
panting
,
to
see
enormous
ripples
emanating
in
circles
from
the
places
where
Ron
and
Hermione
had
fallen
.
The
dragon
did
not
seem
to
have
noticed
anything
;
it
was
already
fifty
feet
away
,
swooping
low
over
the
lake
to
scoop
up
water
in
its
scarred
snout
.
As
Ron
and
Hermione
emerged
,
spluttering
and
gasping
,
from
the
depths
of
the
lake
,
the
dragon
flew
on
,
its
wings
beating
hard
,
and
landed
at
last
on
a
distant
bank
.
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
struck
out
for
the
opposite
shore
.
The
lake
did
not
seem
to
be
deep
.
Soon
it
was
more
a
question
of
fighting
their
way
through
reeds
and
mud
than
swimming
,
and
at
last
they
flopped
,
sodden
,
panting
,
and
exhausted
,
onto
slippery
grass
.
Hermione
collapsed
,
coughing
and
shuddering
.
Though
Harry
could
have
happily
lain
down
and
slept
,
he
staggered
to
his
feet
,
drew
out
his
wand
,
and
started
casting
the
usual
protective
spells
around
them
.
When
he
had
finished
,
he
joined
the
others
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
he
had
seen
them
properly
since
escaping
from
the
vault
.
Both
had
angry
red
burns
all
over
their
faces
and
arms
,
and
their
clothing
was
singed
away
in
places
.
They
were
wincing
as
they
dabbed
essence
of
dittany
onto
their
many
injuries
.
Hermione
handed
Harry
the
bottle
,
then
pulled
out
three
bottles
of
pumpkin
juice
she
had
brought
from
Shell
Cottage
and
clean
,
dry
robes
for
all
of
them
.
They
changes
and
then
gulped
down
the
juice
.
"
Well
,
on
the
upside
,
"
said
Ron
finally
,
who
was
sitting
watching
the
skin
on
his
hands
regrow
,
"
we
got
the
Horcrux
.
On
the
downside
--
"
"
--
no
sword
,
"
said
Harry
through
gritted
teeth
,
as
he
dripped
dittany
through
the
singed
hole
in
his
jeans
onto
the
angry
burn
beneath
.
"
No
sword
,
"
repeated
Ron
.
"
That
double-crossing
little
scab
...
"
Harry
pulled
the
Horcrux
from
the
pocket
of
the
wet
jacket
he
had
just
taken
off
and
set
it
down
on
the
grass
in
front
of
them
.
Glinting
in
the
sun
,
it
drew
their
eyes
as
they
swigged
their
bottles
of
juice
.
