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"
He
thought
he
was
the
only
one
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Too
bad
for
him
I
've
had
to
hide
stuff
in
my
time
...
this
way
,
"
he
added
.
"
I
think
it
's
down
here
...
"
They
sped
off
up
adjacent
aisles
;
Harry
could
hear
the
others
'
footsteps
echoing
through
the
towering
piles
of
junk
,
of
bottles
,
hats
,
crates
,
chairs
,
books
,
weapons
,
broomsticks
,
bats
...
"
Somewhere
near
here
,
"
Harry
muttered
to
himself
.
"
Somewhere
...
somewhere
...
"
Deeper
and
deeper
into
the
labyrinth
he
went
,
looking
for
objects
he
recognized
from
his
one
previous
trip
into
the
room
.
His
breath
was
loud
in
his
ears
,
and
then
his
very
soul
seemed
to
shiver
.
There
it
was
,
right
ahead
,
the
blistered
old
cupboard
in
which
he
had
hidden
his
old
Potions
book
,
and
on
top
of
it
,
the
pockmarked
stone
warlock
wearing
a
dusty
old
wig
and
what
looked
like
an
ancient
discolored
tiara
.
He
had
already
stretched
out
his
hand
,
though
he
remained
few
feet
away
,
when
a
voice
behind
him
said
,
"
Hold
it
,
Potter
.
"
He
skidded
to
a
halt
and
turned
around
.
Crabbe
and
Goyle
were
standing
behind
him
,
shoulder
to
shoulder
,
wands
pointing
right
at
Harry
.
Through
the
small
space
between
their
jeering
faces
he
saw
Draco
Malfoy
.
"
That
's
my
wand
you
're
holding
,
Potter
,
"
said
Malfoy
,
pointing
his
own
through
the
gap
between
Crabbe
and
Goyle
.
"
Not
anymore
,
"
panted
Harry
,
tightening
his
grip
on
the
hawthorn
wand
.
"
Winners
,
keepers
,
Malfoy
.
Who
's
lent
you
theirs
?
"
"
My
mother
,
"
said
Draco
.
Harry
laughed
,
though
there
was
nothing
very
humorous
about
the
situation
.
He
could
not
hear
Ron
or
Hermione
anymore
.
They
seemed
to
have
run
out
of
earshot
,
searching
for
the
diadem
.
