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"
NOTHING
!
Ha
haaa
!
Told
you
I
would
n't
say
nothing
if
you
did
n't
say
please
!
Ha
ha
!
Haaaaaa
!
"
And
they
heard
the
sound
of
Peeves
whooshing
away
and
Filch
cursing
in
rage
.
"
He
thinks
this
door
is
locked
,
"
Harry
whispered
.
"
I
think
we
'll
be
okay
--
get
off
,
Neville
!
"
For
Neville
had
been
tugging
on
the
sleeve
of
Harry
's
bathrobe
for
the
last
minute
.
"
What
?
"
Harry
turned
around
--
and
saw
,
quite
clearly
,
what
.
For
a
moment
,
he
was
sure
he
'd
walked
into
a
nightmare
--
this
was
too
much
,
on
top
of
everything
that
had
happened
so
far
.
They
were
n't
in
a
room
,
as
he
had
supposed
.
They
were
in
a
corridor
.
The
forbidden
corridor
on
the
third
floor
.
And
now
they
knew
why
it
was
forbidden
.
They
were
looking
straight
into
the
eyes
of
a
monstrous
dog
,
a
dog
that
filled
the
whole
space
between
ceiling
and
floor
.
It
had
three
heads
.
Three
pairs
of
rolling
,
mad
eyes
;
three
noses
,
twitching
and
quivering
in
their
direction
;
three
drooling
mouths
,
saliva
hanging
in
slippery
ropes
from
yellowish
fangs
.
It
was
standing
quite
still
,
all
six
eyes
staring
at
them
,
and
Harry
knew
that
the
only
reason
they
were
n't
already
dead
was
that
their
sudden
appearance
had
taken
it
by
surprise
,
but
it
was
quickly
getting
over
that
,
there
was
no
mistaking
what
those
thunderous
growls
meant
.
Harry
groped
for
the
doorknob
--
between
Filch
and
death
,
he
'd
take
Filch
.
They
fell
backward
--
Harry
slammed
the
door
shut
,
and
they
ran
,
they
almost
flew
,
back
down
the
corridor
.
Filch
must
have
hurried
off
to
look
for
them
somewhere
else
,
because
they
did
n't
see
him
anywhere
,
but
they
hardly
cared
--
all
they
wanted
to
do
was
put
as
much
space
as
possible
between
them
and
that
monster
.
They
did
n't
stop
running
until
they
reached
the
portrait
of
the
Fat
Lady
on
the
seventh
floor
.
"
Where
on
earth
have
you
all
been
?
"
she
asked
,
looking
at
their
bathrobes
hanging
off
their
shoulders
and
their
flushed
,
sweaty
faces
.
