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"
Wait
.
"
For
one
teetering
second
,
while
the
crashes
and
booms
of
the
battle
filled
the
air
,
Harry
hesitated
.
Voldemort
wanted
him
to
do
this
,
wanted
him
to
come
...
Was
he
leading
Ron
and
Hermione
into
a
trap
?
But
the
reality
seemed
to
close
upon
him
,
cruel
and
plain
:
the
only
way
forward
was
to
kill
the
snake
,
and
the
snake
was
where
Voldemort
was
,
and
Voldemort
was
at
the
end
of
this
tunnel
...
"
Harry
,
we
're
coming
,
just
get
in
there
!
"
said
Ron
,
pushing
him
forward
.
Harry
wriggled
into
the
earthy
passage
hidden
in
the
tree
's
roots
.
It
was
a
much
tighter
squeeze
than
it
had
been
the
last
time
they
had
entered
it
.
The
tunnel
was
low-ceilinged
:
they
had
had
to
double
up
to
move
throuhgh
it
nearly
four
years
previously
;
now
there
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
crawl
.
Harry
went
first
,
his
wand
illuminated
,
expecting
at
any
moment
to
meet
barriers
,
but
none
came
.
They
moved
in
silence
,
Harry
's
gaze
fixed
upon
the
swinging
beam
of
the
wand
held
in
his
fist
.
At
last
,
the
tunnel
began
to
slope
upward
and
Harry
saw
a
sliver
of
light
ahead
.
Hermione
tugged
at
his
ankle
.
"
The
Cloak
!
"
she
whispered
.
"
Put
the
Cloak
on
!
"
He
groped
behind
him
and
she
forced
the
bundle
of
slippery
cloth
into
his
free
hand
.
With
difficulty
he
dragged
it
over
himself
,
murmered
,
"
Nox
,
"
extinguishing
his
wandlight
,
and
continued
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
as
silently
as
possible
,
all
his
senses
straining
,
expecting
every
second
to
be
discovered
,
to
hear
a
cold
clear
voice
,
see
a
flash
of
green
light
.
And
then
he
heard
voices
coming
from
the
room
directly
ahead
of
them
,
only
slightly
muffled
by
the
fact
that
the
opening
at
the
end
of
the
tunnel
had
been
blocked
up
by
what
looked
like
an
old
crate
.
Hardly
daring
to
breathe
,
Harry
edged
right
up
to
the
opening
and
peered
through
a
tiny
gap
left
between
crate
and
wall
.
The
room
beyond
was
dimly
lit
,
but
he
could
see
Nagini
,
swirling
and
coiling
like
a
serpent
underwater
,
safe
in
her
enchanted
,
starry
sphere
,
which
floated
unsupported
in
midair
.
He
could
see
the
edge
of
a
table
,
and
a
long-fingered
white
hand
toying
with
a
wand
.
