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"
At
least
we
ca
n't
wear
it
this
time
,
that
'd
look
a
bit
weird
hanging
around
our
necks
,
"
said
Ron
,
wiping
his
mouth
on
the
back
of
his
hand
.
Hermione
looked
across
the
lake
to
the
far
bank
where
the
dragon
was
still
drinking
.
"
What
'll
happen
to
it
,
do
you
think
?
"
she
asked
,
"
Will
it
be
alright
?
"
"
You
sound
like
Hagrid
,
"
said
Ron
,
"
It
's
a
dragon
,
Hermione
,
it
can
look
after
itself
.
It
's
us
we
need
to
worry
about
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Well
I
do
n't
know
how
to
break
this
to
you
,
"
said
Ron
,
"
but
I
think
they
might
have
noticed
we
broke
into
Gringotts
.
"
All
three
of
them
started
to
laugh
,
and
once
started
,
it
was
difficult
to
stop
.
Harry
's
ribs
ached
,
he
felt
lightheaded
with
hunger
,
but
he
lay
back
on
the
grass
beneath
the
reddening
sky
and
laughed
until
his
throat
was
raw
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
,
though
?
"
said
Hermione
finally
,
hiccuping
herself
back
to
seriousness
.
"
He
'll
know
,
wo
n't
he
?
You-Know-Who
will
know
we
know
about
his
Horcruxes
!
"
"
Maybe
they
'll
be
too
scared
to
tell
him
!
"
said
Ron
hopefully
,
"
Maybe
they
'll
cover
up
--
"
The
sky
,
the
smell
of
the
lake
water
,
the
sound
of
Ron
's
voice
were
extinguished
.
Pain
cleaved
Harry
's
head
like
a
sword
stroke
.
He
was
standing
in
a
dimly
lit
room
,
and
a
semicircle
of
wizards
faced
him
,
and
on
the
floor
at
his
feet
knelt
a
small
,
quaking
figure
.
