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Mr.
Weasley
pointed
ahead
of
them
,
where
a
large
black
mass
rose
beyond
the
village
of
Ottery
St.
Catchpole
.
"
What
sort
of
objects
are
Portkeys
?
"
said
Harry
curiously
.
"
Well
,
they
can
be
anything
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
.
"
Unobtrusive
things
,
obviously
,
so
Muggles
do
n't
go
picking
them
up
and
playing
with
them
...
stuff
they
'll
just
think
is
litter
...
.
"
They
trudged
down
the
dark
,
dank
lane
toward
the
village
,
the
silence
broken
only
by
their
footsteps
.
The
sky
lightened
very
slowly
as
they
made
their
way
through
the
village
,
its
inky
blackness
diluting
to
deepest
blue
.
Harry
's
hands
and
feet
were
freezing
.
Mr.
Weasley
kept
checking
his
watch
.
They
did
n't
have
breath
to
spare
for
talking
as
they
began
to
climb
Stoatshead
Hill
,
stumbling
occasionally
in
hidden
rabbit
holes
,
slipping
on
thick
black
tuffets
of
grass
.
Each
breath
Harry
took
was
sharp
in
his
chest
and
his
legs
were
starting
to
seize
up
when
,
at
last
,
his
feet
found
level
ground
.
"
Whew
,
"
panted
Mr.
Weasley
,
taking
off
his
glasses
and
wiping
them
on
his
sweater
.
"
Well
,
we
've
made
good
time
-
we
've
got
ten
minutes
.
"
Hermione
came
over
the
crest
of
the
hill
last
,
clutching
a
stitch
in
her
side
.
"
Now
we
just
need
the
Portkey
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
replacing
his
glasses
and
squinting
around
at
the
ground
.
"
It
wo
n't
be
big
...
.
Come
on
...
"
They
spread
out
,
searching
.
They
had
only
been
at
it
for
a
couple
of
minutes
,
however
,
when
a
shout
rent
the
still
air
.
