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"
I
need
your
book
,
"
Harry
panted
.
"
Your
Potions
book
.
Quick
...
give
it
to
me
...
"
"
But
what
about
the
Half-Blood
--
"
"
I
'll
explain
later
!
"
Ron
pulled
his
copy
of
Advanced
Potion-Making
out
of
his
bag
and
handed
it
over
;
Harry
sprinted
off
past
him
and
back
to
the
common
room
.
Here
,
he
seized
his
schoolbag
,
ignoring
the
amazed
looks
of
several
people
who
had
already
finished
their
dinner
,
threw
himself
back
out
of
the
portrait
hole
,
and
hurtled
off
along
the
seventh-floor
corridor
.
He
skidded
to
a
halt
beside
the
tapestry
of
dancing
trolls
,
closed
his
eyes
,
and
began
to
walk
.
I
need
a
place
to
hide
my
book
...
I
need
a
place
to
hide
my
book
...
I
need
a
place
to
hide
my
book
...
Three
times
he
walked
up
and
down
in
front
of
the
stretch
of
blank
wall
.
When
he
opened
his
eyes
,
there
it
was
at
last
:
the
door
to
the
Room
of
Requirement
.
Harry
wrenched
it
open
,
flung
himself
inside
,
and
slammed
it
shut
.
He
gasped
.
Despite
his
haste
,
his
panic
,
his
fear
of
what
awaited
him
back
in
the
bathroom
,
he
could
not
help
but
be
overawed
by
what
he
was
looking
at
.
He
was
standing
in
a
room
the
size
of
a
large
cathedral
,
whose
high
windows
were
sending
shafts
of
light
down
upon
what
looked
like
a
city
with
towering
walls
,
built
of
what
Harry
knew
must
be
objects
hidden
by
generations
of
Hogwarts
inhabitants
.
There
were
alleyways
and
roads
bordered
by
tetering
piles
of
broken
and
damaged
furniture
,
stowed
away
,
perhaps
,
to
hide
the
evidence
of
mishandled
magic
,
or
else
hidden
by
castle-proud
house-elves
.
There
were
thousands
and
thousands
of
books
,
no
doubt
banned
or
graffitied
or
stolen
.
There
were
winged
catapults
and
Fanged
Frisbees
,
some
still
with
enough
life
in
them
to
hover
half-heartedly
over
the
mountains
of
other
forbidden
items
;
there
were
chipped
bottles
of
congealed
potions
,
hats
,
jewels
,
cloaks
;
there
were
what
looked
like
dragon
eggshells
,
corked
bottles
whose
contents
still
shimmered
evilly
,
several
rusting
swords
,
and
a
heavy
,
bloodstained
axe
.
Harry
hurried
forward
into
one
of
the
many
alleyways
between
all
this
hidden
treasure
.
He
turned
right
past
an
enormous
stuffed
troll
,
ran
on
a
short
way
,
took
a
left
at
the
broken
Vanishing
Cabinet
in
which
Montague
had
got
lost
the
previous
year
,
finally
pausing
beside
a
large
cupboard
that
seemed
to
have
had
acid
thrown
at
its
blistered
surface
.
