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"
So
how
come
you
three
are
n't
with
Voldemort
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
We
're
gon
na
be
rewarded
,
"
said
Crabbe
.
His
voice
was
surprisingly
soft
for
such
an
enormous
person
:
Harry
had
hardly
ever
heard
him
speak
before
.
Crabbe
was
speaking
like
a
small
child
promised
a
large
bag
of
sweets
.
"
We
'
ung
back
,
Potter
.
We
decided
not
to
go
.
Decided
to
bring
you
to
'
im
.
"
"
Good
plan
,
"
said
Harry
in
mock
admiration
.
He
could
not
believe
that
he
was
this
close
,
and
was
going
to
be
thwarted
by
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
.
He
began
edging
slowly
backward
toward
the
place
where
the
Horcrux
sat
lopsided
upon
the
bust
.
If
he
could
just
get
his
hands
on
it
before
the
fight
broke
out
...
"
So
how
did
you
get
in
here
?
"
he
asked
,
trying
to
distract
them
.
"
I
virtually
lived
in
the
Room
of
Hidden
Things
all
last
year
,
"
said
Malfoy
,
his
voice
brittle
.
"
I
know
how
to
get
in
.
"
"
We
was
hiding
in
the
corridor
outside
,
"
grunted
Goyle
.
"
We
can
do
Diss-lusion
Charms
now
!
And
then
,
"
his
face
split
into
a
gormless
grin
,
"
you
turned
up
right
in
front
of
us
and
said
you
was
looking
for
a
die-dum
!
What
's
a
die-dum
?
"
"
Harry
?
"
Ron
's
voice
echoed
suddenly
from
the
other
side
of
the
wall
to
Harry
's
right
.
"
Are
you
talking
to
someone
?
"
With
a
whiplike
movement
,
Crabbe
pointed
his
wand
at
the
fifty
foot
mountain
of
old
furniture
,
of
broken
trunks
,
of
old
books
and
robes
and
unidentifiable
junk
,
and
shouted
,
"
Descendo
!
"
The
wall
began
to
totter
,
then
the
top
third
crumbled
into
the
aisle
next
door
where
Ron
stood
.
