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He
was
walking
once
more
along
a
windowless
corridor
,
his
footsteps
echoing
in
the
silence
.
As
the
door
at
the
end
of
the
passage
loomed
larger
,
his
heart
beat
fast
with
excitement
...
if
he
could
only
open
it
...
enter
beyond
...
He
stretched
out
his
hand
...
his
fingertips
were
inches
from
it
...
'
Harry
Potter
,
sir
!
'
He
awoke
with
a
start
.
The
candles
had
all
been
extinguished
in
the
common
room
,
but
there
was
something
moving
close
by
.
'
Whozair
?
'
said
Harry
,
sitting
upright
in
his
chair
.
The
fire
was
almost
out
,
the
room
very
dark
.
'D
obby
has
your
owl
,
sir
!
'
said
a
squeaky
voice
.
'D
obby
?
'
said
Harry
thickly
,
peering
through
the
gloom
towards
the
source
of
the
voice
.
Dobby
the
house-elf
was
standing
beside
the
table
on
which
Hermione
had
left
half
a
dozen
of
her
knitted
hats
.
His
large
,
pointed
ears
were
now
sticking
out
from
beneath
what
looked
like
all
the
hats
Hermione
had
ever
knitted
;
he
was
wearing
one
on
top
of
the
other
,
so
that
his
head
seemed
elongated
by
two
or
three
feet
,
and
on
the
very
topmost
bobble
sat
Hedwig
,
hooting
serenely
and
obviously
cured
.
'D
obby
volunteered
to
return
Harry
Potter
's
owl
,
'
said
the
elf
squeakily
,
with
a
look
of
positive
adoration
on
his
face
,
'
Professor
Grubbly-Plank
says
she
is
all
well
now
,
sir
.
'
He
sank
into
a
deep
bow
so
that
his
pencil-like
nose
brushed
the
threadbare
surface
of
the
hearthrug
and
Hedwig
gave
an
indignant
hoot
and
fluttered
on
to
the
arm
of
Harry
's
chair
.
