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'
Yeah
,
'
breathed
Harry
,
looking
up
at
the
end
of
the
closest
row
.
Beneath
the
branch
of
blue-glowing
candles
protruding
from
it
glimmered
the
silver
figure
fifty-three
.
'
We
need
to
go
right
,
I
think
,
'
whispered
Hermione
,
squinting
to
the
next
row
.
'
Yes
...
that
's
fifty-four
...
'
'
Keep
your
wands
ready
,
'
Harry
said
softly
.
They
crept
forward
,
glancing
behind
them
as
they
went
on
down
the
long
alleys
of
shelves
,
the
further
ends
of
which
were
in
near-total
darkness
.
Tiny
,
yellowing
labels
had
been
stuck
beneath
each
glass
orb
on
the
shelves
.
Some
of
them
had
a
weird
,
liquid
glow
;
others
were
as
dull
and
dark
within
as
blown
light
bulbs
.
They
passed
row
eighty-four
...
eighty-five
...
Harry
was
listening
hard
for
the
slightest
sound
of
movement
,
but
Sirius
might
be
gagged
now
,
or
else
unconscious
...
or
,
said
an
unbidden
voice
inside
his
head
,
he
might
already
be
dead
...
I
'd
have
felt
it
,
he
told
himself
,
his
heart
now
hammering
against
his
Adam
's
apple
,
I
'd
already
know
...
'N
inety-seven
!
'
whispered
Hermione
.
They
stood
grouped
around
the
end
of
the
row
,
gazing
down
the
alley
beside
it
.
There
was
nobody
there
.
'
He
's
right
down
at
the
end
,
'
said
Harry
,
whose
mouth
had
become
slightly
dry
.
'
You
ca
n't
see
properly
from
here
.
'
