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Hagrid
shook
his
head
;
his
expression
was
disbelieving
but
sympathetic
,
and
Harry
knew
that
Hagrid
thought
he
had
sustained
a
blow
to
the
head
,
that
he
was
confused
,
perhaps
by
the
after-effects
of
a
jinx
...
"
What
musta
happened
was
,
Dumbledore
musta
told
Snape
ter
go
with
them
Death
Eaters
,
"
Hagrid
said
confidently
.
"
I
suppose
he
's
got
ta
keep
his
cover
.
Look
,
let
's
get
yeh
back
up
ter
the
school
.
Come
on
,
Harry
...
"
Harry
did
not
attempt
to
argue
or
explain
.
He
was
still
shaking
uncontrollably
.
Hagrid
would
find
out
soon
enough
,
too
soon
...
as
they
directed
their
steps
back
toward
the
castle
,
Harry
saw
that
many
of
its
windows
were
lit
now
.
He
could
imagine
,
clearly
,
the
scenes
inside
as
people
moved
from
room
to
room
,
telling
each
other
that
Death
Eaters
had
got
in
,
that
the
Mark
was
shining
over
Hogwarts
,
that
somebody
must
have
been
killed
...
The
oak
front
doors
stood
open
ahead
of
them
,
light
flooding
out
onto
the
drive
and
the
lawn
.
Slowly
,
uncertainly
,
dressing-gowned
people
were
creeping
down
the
steps
,
looking
around
nervously
for
some
sign
of
the
Death
Eaters
who
had
fled
into
the
night
.
Harry
's
eyes
,
however
,
were
fixed
upon
the
ground
at
the
foot
of
the
tallest
tower
.
He
imagined
that
he
could
see
a
black
,
huddled
mass
lying
in
the
grass
there
,
though
he
was
really
too
far
away
to
see
anything
of
the
sort
.
Even
as
he
stared
wordlessly
at
the
place
where
he
thought
Dumbledore
's
body
must
lie
,
however
,
he
saw
people
beginning
to
move
toward
it
.
"
What
're
they
all
lookin
'
at
?
"
said
Hagrid
,
as
he
and
Harry
approached
the
castle
front
,
Fang
keeping
as
close
as
he
could
to
their
ankles
.
"
Wha
's
that
lyin
'
on
the
grass
?
"
Hagrid
added
sharply
,
heading
now
toward
the
foot
of
the
Astronomy
Tower
,
where
a
small
crowd
was
congregating
.
"
See
it
,
Harry
?
Right
at
the
foot
of
the
tower
?
Under
where
the
Mark
...
blimey
...
yeh
don
'
think
someone
got
thrown
--
?
"
Hagrid
fell
silent
,
the
thought
apparently
too
horrible
to
express
aloud
.
Harry
walked
alongside
him
,
feeling
the
aches
and
pains
in
his
face
and
his
legs
where
the
various
hexes
of
the
last
half
hour
had
hit
him
,
though
in
an
oddly
detached
way
,
as
though
somebody
near
him
was
suffering
them
.
What
was
real
and
inescapable
was
the
awful
pressing
feeling
in
his
chest
...
He
and
Hagrid
moved
,
dreamlike
,
through
the
murmuring
crowd
to
the
very
front
,
where
the
dumbstruck
students
and
teachers
had
left
a
gap
.
Harry
heard
Hagrid
's
moan
of
pain
and
shock
,
but
he
did
not
stop
;
he
walked
slowly
forward
until
he
reached
the
place
where
Dumbledore
lay
and
crouched
down
beside
him
.
