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"
What
?
"
Harry
gasped
.
"
They
've
got
...
they
've
got
Ron
?
"
"
The
thing
Harry
Potter
will
miss
most
,
sir
!
"
squeaked
Dobby
.
"
'
But
past
an
hour
-
'
"
"
-
'
the
prospect
's
black
,
'
"
Harry
recited
,
staring
,
horror-struck
,
at
the
elf
.
"
'
Too
late
,
it
's
gone
,
it
wo
n't
come
back
.
'
Dobby
-
what
've
I
got
to
do
?
"
"
You
has
to
eat
this
,
sir
!
"
squeaked
the
elf
,
and
he
put
his
hand
in
the
pocket
of
his
shorts
and
drew
out
a
ball
of
what
looked
like
slimy
,
grayish-green
rat
tails
.
"
Right
before
you
go
into
the
lake
,
sir
-
gillyweed
!
"
"
What
's
it
do
?
"
said
Harry
,
staring
at
the
gillyweed
.
"
It
will
make
Harry
Potter
breathe
underwater
,
sir
!
"
"
Dobby
,
"
said
Harry
frantically
,
"
listen
-
are
you
sure
about
this
?
"
He
could
n't
quite
forget
that
the
last
time
Dobby
had
tried
to
"
help
"
him
,
he
had
ended
up
with
no
bones
in
his
right
arm
.
"
Dobby
is
quite
sure
,
sir
!
"
said
the
elf
earnestly
.
"
Dobby
hears
things
,
sir
,
he
is
a
house-elf
,
he
goes
all
over
the
castle
as
he
lights
the
fires
and
mops
the
floors
.
Dobby
heard
Professor
McGonagall
and
Professor
Moody
in
the
staffroom
,
talking
about
the
next
task
...
.
Dobby
can
not
let
Harry
Potter
lose
his
Wheezy
!
"
Harry
's
doubts
vanished
.
