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"
Ron
!
"
Harry
bellowed
,
as
somewhere
out
of
sight
Hermione
screamed
,
and
Harry
heard
innumerable
objects
crashing
to
the
floor
on
the
other
side
of
the
destabilized
wall
:
He
pointed
his
wand
at
the
rampart
,
cried
,
"
Finite
!
"
and
it
steadied
.
"
No
!
"
shouted
Malfoy
,
staying
Crabbe
's
arm
as
the
latter
made
to
repeat
his
spell
.
"
If
you
wreck
the
room
you
might
bury
this
diadem
thing
!
"
"
What
's
that
matter
?
"
said
Crabbe
,
tugging
himself
free
.
"
It
's
Potter
the
Dark
Lord
wants
,
who
cares
about
a
die-dum
?
"
"
Potter
came
in
here
to
get
it
,
"
said
Malfoy
with
ill-disguised
impatience
at
the
slow-wittedness
of
his
colleagues
.
"
so
that
must
mean
--
"
"
'
Must
mean
'
?
"
Crabbe
turned
on
Malfoy
with
undisguised
ferocity
.
"
Who
cares
what
you
think
?
I
do
n't
take
your
orders
no
more
,
Draco
.
You
an
'
your
dad
are
finished
.
"
"
Harry
?
"
shouted
Ron
again
,
from
the
other
side
of
the
junk
wad
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
"
Harry
?
"
mimicked
Crabbe
.
"
What
's
going
on
--
no
,
Potter
!
Crucio
!
"
Harry
had
lunged
for
the
tiara
;
Crabbe
's
curse
missed
him
but
hit
the
stone
bust
,
which
flew
into
the
air
;
the
diadem
soared
upward
and
then
dropped
out
of
sight
in
the
mass
of
objects
on
which
the
bust
had
rested
.
"
STOP
!
"
Malfoy
shouted
at
Crabbe
,
his
voice
echoing
through
the
enormous
room
.
"
The
Dark
Lord
wants
him
alive
--
"
