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"
What
's
up
with
her
?
"
said
Ron
,
looking
curiously
after
Winky
.
"
Why
ca
n't
she
run
properly
?
"
"
Bet
she
did
n't
ask
permission
to
hide
,
"
said
Harry
.
He
was
thinking
of
Dobby
:
Every
time
he
had
tried
to
do
something
the
Malfoys
would
n't
like
,
the
house-elf
had
been
forced
to
start
beating
himself
up
.
"
You
know
,
house-elves
get
a
very
raw
deal
!
"
said
Hermione
indignantly
.
"
It
's
slavery
,
that
's
what
it
is
!
That
Mr.
Crouch
made
her
go
up
to
the
top
of
the
stadium
,
and
she
was
terrified
,
and
he
's
got
her
bewitched
so
she
ca
n't
even
run
when
they
start
trampling
tents
!
Why
does
n't
anyone
do
something
about
it
?
"
"
Well
,
the
elves
are
happy
,
are
n't
they
?
"
Ron
said
.
"
You
heard
old
Winky
back
at
the
match
...
'
House-elves
is
not
supposed
to
have
fun
'
...
that
's
what
she
likes
,
being
bossed
around
...
.
"
"
It
's
people
like
you
,
Ron
,
"
Hermione
began
hotly
,
"
who
prop
up
rotten
and
unjust
systems
,
just
because
they
're
too
lazy
to
-
"
Another
loud
bang
echoed
from
the
edge
of
the
wood
.
"
Let
's
just
keep
moving
,
shall
we
?
"
said
Ron
,
and
Harry
saw
him
glance
edgily
at
Hermione
.
Perhaps
there
was
truth
in
what
Malfoy
had
said
;
perhaps
Hermione
was
in
more
danger
than
they
were
.
They
set
off
again
,
Harry
still
searching
his
pockets
,
even
though
he
knew
his
wand
was
n't
there
.
They
followed
the
dark
path
deeper
into
the
wood
,
still
keeping
an
eye
out
for
Fred
,
George
,
and
Ginny
.
They
passed
a
group
of
goblins
who
were
cackling
over
a
sack
of
gold
that
they
had
undoubtedly
won
betting
on
the
match
,
and
who
seemed
quite
unperturbed
by
the
trouble
at
the
campsite
.
Farther
still
along
the
path
,
they
walked
into
a
patch
of
silvery
light
,
and
when
they
looked
through
the
trees
,
they
saw
three
tall
and
beautiful
veela
standing
in
a
clearing
,
surrounded
by
a
gaggle
of
young
wizards
,
all
of
whom
were
talking
very
loudly
.
"
I
pull
down
about
a
hundred
sacks
of
Galleons
a
year
!
"
one
of
them
shouted
.
"
I
'm
a
dragon
killer
for
the
Committee
for
the
Disposal
of
Dangerous
Creatures
.
"
"
No
,
you
're
not
!
"
yelled
his
friend
.
"
You
're
a
dishwasher
at
the
Leaky
Cauldron
...
but
I
'm
a
vampire
hunter
,
I
've
killed
about
ninety
so
far
-
"
