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Harry
pulled
his
ankle
out
of
the
grindylows
grip
and
swam
,
as
fast
as
he
could
,
occasionally
sending
more
jets
of
hot
water
over
his
shoulder
at
random
;
every
now
and
then
he
felt
one
of
the
grindylows
snatch
at
his
foot
again
,
and
he
kicked
out
,
hard
;
finally
,
he
felt
his
foot
connect
with
a
horned
skull
,
and
looking
back
,
saw
the
dazed
grindylow
floating
away
,
cross-eyed
,
while
its
fellows
shook
their
fists
at
Harry
and
sank
back
into
the
weed
.
Harry
slowed
down
a
little
,
slipped
his
wand
back
inside
his
robes
,
and
looked
around
,
listening
again
.
He
turned
full
circle
in
the
water
,
the
silence
pressing
harder
than
ever
against
his
eardrums
.
He
knew
he
must
be
even
deeper
in
the
lake
now
,
but
nothing
was
moving
but
the
rippling
weed
.
"
How
are
you
getting
on
?
"
Harry
thought
he
was
having
a
heart
attack
.
He
whipped
around
and
saw
Moaning
Myrtle
floating
hazily
in
front
of
him
,
gazing
at
him
through
her
thick
,
pearly
glasses
.
"
Myrtle
!
"
Harry
tried
to
shout
-
but
once
again
,
nothing
came
out
of
his
mouth
but
a
very
large
bubble
.
Moaning
Myrtle
actually
giggled
.
"
You
want
to
try
over
there
!
"
she
said
,
pointing
.
"
I
wo
n't
come
with
you
...
.
I
do
n't
like
them
much
,
they
always
chase
me
when
I
get
too
close
...
.
"
Harry
gave
her
the
thumbs-up
to
show
his
thanks
and
set
off
once
more
,
careful
to
swim
a
bit
higher
over
the
weed
to
avoid
any
more
grindylows
that
might
be
lurking
there
.
He
swam
on
for
what
felt
like
at
least
twenty
minutes
.
He
was
passing
over
vast
expanses
of
black
mud
now
,
which
swirled
murkily
as
he
disturbed
the
water
.
Then
,
at
long
last
,
he
heard
a
snatch
of
haunting
mersong
.
"
An
hour
long
you
'll
have
to
look
,
