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"
It
will
not
be
necessary
for
us
to
enter
,
"
muttered
Dumbledore
,
glancing
around
.
"
As
long
as
nobody
sees
us
go
...
now
place
your
hand
upon
my
arm
,
Harry
.
There
is
no
need
to
grip
too
hard
,
I
am
merely
guiding
you
.
On
the
count
of
three
--
one
...
two
...
three
...
"
Harry
turned
.
At
once
,
there
was
that
horrible
sensation
that
he
was
being
squeezed
through
a
thick
rubber
tube
;
he
could
not
draw
breath
,
every
part
of
him
was
being
compressed
almost
past
endurance
and
then
,
just
when
he
thought
he
must
suffocate
,
the
invisible
bands
seemed
to
burst
open
,
and
he
was
standing
in
cool
darkness
,
breathing
in
lungfuls
of
fresh
,
salty
air
.
Harry
could
smell
salt
and
hear
rushing
waves
;
a
light
,
chilly
breeze
ruffled
his
hair
as
he
looked
out
at
moonlit
sea
and
star-strewn
sky
.
He
was
standing
upon
a
high
outcrop
of
dark
rock
,
water
foaming
and
churning
below
him
.
He
glanced
over
his
shoulder
.
A
towering
cliff
stood
behind
them
,
a
sheer
drop
,
black
and
faceless
.
A
few
large
chunks
of
rock
,
such
as
the
one
upon
which
Harry
and
Dumbledore
were
standing
,
looked
as
though
they
had
broken
away
from
the
cliff
face
at
some
point
in
the
past
.
It
was
a
bleak
,
harsh
view
,
the
sea
and
the
rock
unrelieved
by
any
tree
or
sweep
of
grass
or
sand
.
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
asked
Dumbledore
.
He
might
have
been
asking
Harry
's
opinion
on
whether
it
was
a
good
site
for
a
picnic
.
"
They
brought
the
kids
from
the
orphanage
here
?
"
asked
Harry
,
who
could
not
imagine
a
less
cozy
spot
for
a
day
trip
.
"
Not
here
,
precisely
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
There
is
a
village
of
sorts
about
halfway
along
the
cliffs
behind
us
.
I
believe
the
orphans
were
taken
there
for
a
little
sea
air
and
a
view
of
the
waves
.
No
,
I
think
it
was
only
ever
Tom
Riddle
and
his
youthful
victims
who
visited
this
spot
.
No
Muggle
could
reach
this
rock
unless
they
were
uncommonly
good
mountaineers
,
and
boats
can
not
approach
the
cliffs
,
the
waters
around
them
are
too
dangerous
.
I
imagine
that
Riddle
climbed
down
;
magic
would
have
served
better
than
ropes
.
And
he
brought
two
small
children
with
him
,
probably
for
the
pleasure
of
terrorizing
them
.
I
think
the
journey
alone
would
have
done
it
,
do
n't
you
?
"
Harry
looked
up
at
the
cliff
again
and
felt
goose
bumps
.
"
But
his
final
destination
--
and
ours
--
lies
a
little
farther
on
.
Come
.
"
Dumbledore
beckoned
Harry
to
the
very
edge
of
the
rock
where
a
series
of
jagged
niches
made
footholds
leading
down
to
boulders
that
lay
half-submerged
in
water
and
closer
to
the
cliff
.
It
was
a
treacherous
descent
and
Dumbledore
,
hampered
slightly
by
his
withered
hand
,
moved
slowly
.
The
lower
rocks
were
slippery
with
seawater
.
Harry
could
feel
flecks
of
cold
salt
spray
hitting
his
face
.
"
Lumos
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
as
he
reached
the
boulder
closest
to
the
cliff
face
.
A
thousand
flecks
of
golden
light
sparkled
upon
the
dark
surface
of
the
water
a
few
feet
below
where
he
crouched
;
the
black
wall
of
rock
beside
him
was
illuminated
too
.
