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The
air
through
which
they
needed
to
move
,
seemed
to
have
become
solid
:
They
could
not
Disapparate
;
the
Death
Eaters
had
cast
their
charms
well
.
The
cold
was
biting
deeper
and
deeper
into
Harry
's
flesh
.
He
,
Ron
and
Hermione
retreated
down
the
side
street
,
groping
their
way
along
the
wall
trying
not
to
make
a
sound
.
Then
,
around
the
corner
,
gliding
noiselessly
,
came
Dementors
,
ten
or
more
of
them
,
visible
because
they
were
of
a
denser
darkness
than
their
surroundings
,
with
their
black
cloaks
and
their
scabbed
and
rotting
hands
.
Could
they
sense
fear
in
the
vicinity
?
Harry
was
sure
of
it
:
They
seemed
to
be
coming
more
quickly
now
,
taking
those
dragging
,
rattling
breaths
he
detested
,
tasting
despair
in
the
air
,
closing
in
--
He
raised
his
wand
:
He
could
not
,
would
not
suffer
the
Dementor
's
Kiss
,
whatever
happened
afterward
.
It
was
of
Ron
and
Hermione
that
he
thought
as
he
whispered
"
Expecto
Patronum
!
"
The
silver
stag
burst
from
his
wand
and
charged
:
The
Dementors
scattered
and
there
was
a
triumphant
yell
from
somewhere
out
of
sight
.
"
It
's
him
,
down
there
,
down
there
,
I
saw
his
Patronus
,
it
was
a
stag
!
"
The
Dementors
have
retreated
,
the
stars
were
popping
out
again
and
the
footsteps
of
the
Death
Eaters
were
becoming
louder
;
but
before
Harry
in
his
panic
could
decide
what
to
do
,
there
was
a
grinding
of
bolts
nearby
,
a
door
opened
on
the
left-side
of
the
narrow
street
,
and
a
rough
voice
said
:
"
Potter
,
in
here
,
quick
!
"
He
obeyed
without
hesitation
,
the
three
of
them
hurried
through
the
open
doorway
.
"
Upstairs
,
keep
the
Cloak
on
,
keep
quiet
!
"
muttered
a
tall
figure
,
passing
them
on
his
way
into
the
street
and
slammed
the
door
behind
him
.
Harry
had
had
no
idea
where
they
were
,
but
now
he
saw
,
by
the
stuttering
light
of
a
single
candle
,
the
grubby
,
sawdust
bar
of
the
Hog
's
Head
Inn
.
They
ran
behind
the
counter
and
through
a
second
doorway
,
which
led
to
a
trickery
wooden
staircase
,
that
they
climbed
as
fast
as
they
could
.
The
stairs
opened
into
a
sitting
room
with
a
durable
carpet
and
a
small
fireplace
,
above
which
hung
a
single
large
oil
painting
of
a
blonde
girl
who
gazed
out
at
the
room
with
a
kind
of
a
vacant
sweetness
.
Shouts
reached
from
the
streets
below
.
Still
wearing
the
Invisibility
Cloak
on
,
they
hurried
toward
the
grimy
window
and
looked
down
.
Their
savior
,
whom
Harry
now
recognized
as
the
Hog
's
Head
's
barman
,
was
the
only
person
not
wearing
a
hood
.
"
So
what
?
"
he
was
bellowing
into
one
of
the
hooded
faces
.
"
So
what
?
You
send
Dementors
down
my
street
,
I
'll
send
a
Patronus
back
at
'em
!
I
'm
not
having
'em
near
me
,
I
've
told
you
that
.
I
'm
not
having
it
!
"
