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"
But
I
had
some
--
wait
--
Aguamenti
!
"
said
Harry
again
,
pointing
his
wand
at
the
goblet
.
Once
more
,
for
a
second
,
clear
water
gleamed
within
it
,
but
as
he
approached
Dumbledore
's
mouth
,
the
water
vanished
again
.
"
Sir
,
I
'm
trying
,
I
'm
trying
!
"
said
Harry
desperately
,
but
he
did
not
think
that
Dumbledore
could
hear
him
;
he
had
rolled
onto
his
side
and
was
drawing
great
,
rattling
breaths
that
sounded
agonizing
.
"
Aguamenti
--
Aguamenti
--
AGUAMENTI
!
"
The
goblet
filled
and
emptied
once
more
.
And
now
Dumbledore
's
breathing
was
fading
.
His
brain
whirling
in
panic
,
Harry
knew
,
instinctively
,
the
only
way
left
to
get
water
,
because
Voldemort
had
planned
it
so
...
He
flung
himself
over
to
the
edge
of
the
rock
and
plunged
the
goblet
into
the
lake
,
bringing
it
up
full
to
the
brim
of
icy
water
that
did
not
vanish
.
"
Sir
--
here
!
"
Harry
yelled
,
and
lunging
forward
,
he
tipped
the
water
clumsily
over
Dumbledore
's
face
.
It
was
the
best
he
could
do
,
for
the
icy
feeling
on
his
arm
not
holding
the
cup
was
not
the
lingering
chill
of
the
water
.
A
slimy
white
hand
had
gripped
his
wrist
,
and
the
creature
to
whom
it
belonged
was
pulling
him
,
slowly
,
backward
across
the
rock
.
The
surface
of
the
lake
was
no
longer
mirror-smooth
;
it
was
churning
,
and
everywhere
Harry
looked
,
white
heads
and
hands
were
emerging
from
the
dark
water
,
men
and
women
and
children
with
sunken
,
sightless
eyes
were
moving
toward
the
rock
:
an
army
of
the
dead
rising
from
the
black
water
.
"
Petrificus
Totalus
!
"
yelled
Harry
,
struggling
to
cling
to
the
smooth
,
soaked
surface
of
the
island
as
he
pointed
his
wand
at
the
Inferius
that
had
his
arm
.
It
released
him
,
falling
backward
into
the
water
with
a
splash
;
he
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
but
many
more
Inferi
were
already
climbing
onto
the
rock
,
their
bony
hands
clawing
at
its
slippery
surface
,
their
blank
,
frosted
eyes
upon
him
,
trailing
waterlogged
rags
,
sunken
faces
leering
.
"
Petrificus
Totalus
!
"
Harry
bellowed
again
,
backing
away
as
he
swiped
his
wand
through
the
air
;
six
or
seven
of
them
crumpled
,
but
more
were
coming
toward
him
.
"
Impedimenta
!
Incarcerous
!
"
A
few
of
them
stumbled
,
one
or
two
of
them
bound
in
ropes
,
but
those
climbing
onto
the
rock
behind
them
merely
stepped
over
or
on
the
fallen
bodies
.
Still
slashing
at
the
air
with
his
wand
,
Harry
yelled
,
"
Sectumsempra
!
SECTUMSEMPRA
!
"
But
though
gashes
appeared
in
their
sodden
rags
and
their
icy
skin
,
they
had
no
blood
to
spill
:
they
walked
on
,
unfeeling
,
their
shrunken
hands
outstretched
toward
him
,
and
as
he
backed
away
still
farther
,
he
felt
arms
enclose
him
from
behind
,
thin
,
fleshless
arms
cold
as
death
,
and
his
feet
left
the
ground
as
they
lifted
him
and
began
to
carry
him
,
slowly
and
surely
,
back
to
the
water
,
and
he
knew
there
would
be
no
release
,
that
he
would
be
drowned
,
and
become
one
more
dead
guardian
of
a
fragment
of
Voldemort
's
shattered
soul
...
