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"
Yes
,
I
think
so
.
"
Harry
did
not
say
anything
.
His
thoughts
were
all
of
water
monsters
,
of
giant
serpents
,
of
demons
,
kelpies
,
and
sprites
...
"
Aha
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
and
he
stopped
again
;
this
time
,
Harry
really
did
walk
into
him
;
for
a
moment
he
toppled
on
the
edge
of
the
dark
water
,
and
Dumbledore
's
uninjured
hand
closed
tightly
around
his
upper
arm
,
pulling
him
back
.
"
So
sorry
,
Harry
,
I
should
have
given
warning
.
Stand
back
against
the
wall
,
please
;
I
think
I
have
found
the
place
.
"
Harry
had
no
idea
what
Dumbledore
meant
;
this
patch
of
dark
bank
was
exactly
like
every
other
bit
as
far
as
he
could
tell
,
but
Dumbledore
seemed
to
have
detected
something
special
about
it
.
This
time
he
was
running
his
hand
,
not
over
the
rocky
wall
,
but
through
the
thin
air
,
as
though
expecting
to
find
and
grip
something
invisible
.
"
Oho
,
"
said
Dumbledore
happily
,
seconds
later
.
His
hand
had
closed
in
midair
upon
something
Harry
could
not
see
.
Dumbledore
moved
closer
to
the
water
;
Harry
watched
nervously
as
the
tips
of
Dumbledore
's
buckled
shoes
found
the
utmost
edge
of
the
rock
rim
.
Keeping
his
hand
clenched
in
midair
,
Dumbledore
raised
his
wand
with
the
other
and
tapped
his
fist
with
the
point
.
Immediately
a
thick
coppery
green
chain
appeared
out
of
thin
air
,
extending
from
the
depths
of
the
water
into
Dumbledore
's
clenched
hand
.
Dumbledore
tapped
the
chain
,
which
began
to
slide
through
his
fist
like
a
snake
,
coiling
itself
on
the
ground
with
a
clinking
sound
that
echoed
noisily
off
the
rocky
walls
,
pulling
something
from
the
depths
of
the
black
water
.
Harry
gasped
as
the
ghostly
prow
of
a
tiny
boat
broke
the
surface
,
glowing
as
green
as
the
chain
,
and
floated
,
with
barely
a
ripple
,
toward
the
place
on
the
bank
where
Harry
and
Dumbledore
stood
.
"
How
did
you
know
that
was
there
?
"
Harry
asked
in
astonishment
.
"
Magic
always
leaves
traces
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
as
the
boat
hit
the
bank
with
a
gentle
bump
,
"
sometimes
very
distinctive
traces
.
I
taught
Tom
Riddle
.
I
know
his
style
.
"
"
Is
...
is
this
boat
safe
?
"
