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"
What
is
it
?
"
"
I
--
I
ca
n't
tell
you
.
"
There
was
a
ripple
of
muttering
at
this
:
Neville
's
brows
contracted
.
"
Why
ca
n't
you
tell
us
?
It
's
something
to
do
with
fighting
You-Know-Who
,
right
?
"
"
Well
,
yeah
--
"
"
Then
we
'll
help
you
.
"
The
other
members
of
Dumbledore
's
Army
were
nodding
,
some
enthusiastically
,
others
solemnly
.
A
couple
of
them
rose
from
their
chairs
to
demonstrate
their
willingness
for
immediate
action
.
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
"
Harry
seemed
to
have
said
that
a
lot
in
the
last
few
hours
.
"
We
--
we
ca
n't
tell
you
.
We
've
got
to
do
it
--
alone
.
"
"
Why
?
"
asked
Neville
.
"
Because
...
"
In
his
desperation
to
start
looking
for
the
missing
Horcrux
,
or
at
least
have
a
private
discussion
with
Ron
and
Hermione
about
where
they
might
commence
their
search
,
Harry
found
it
difficult
to
gather
his
thoughts
.
His
scar
was
still
searing
.
"
Dumbledore
left
the
three
of
us
a
job
,
"
he
said
carefully
,
"
and
we
were
n't
supposed
to
tell
--
I
mean
,
he
wanted
us
to
do
it
,
just
the
three
of
us
.
"
