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"
Come
on
,
run
,
run
!
"
Harry
yelled
at
Hermione
,
trying
to
pull
her
toward
the
door
,
but
she
could
n't
move
,
she
was
still
flat
against
the
wall
,
her
mouth
open
with
terror
.
The
shouting
and
the
echoes
seemed
to
be
driving
the
troll
berserk
.
It
roared
again
and
started
toward
Ron
,
who
was
nearest
and
had
no
way
to
escape
.
Harry
then
did
something
that
was
both
very
brave
and
very
stupid
:
He
took
a
great
running
jump
and
managed
to
fasten
his
arms
around
the
troll
's
neck
from
behind
.
The
troll
could
n't
feel
Harry
hanging
there
,
but
even
a
troll
will
notice
if
you
stick
a
long
bit
of
wood
up
its
nose
,
and
Harry
's
wand
had
still
been
in
his
hand
when
he
'd
jumped
-
it
had
gone
straight
up
one
of
the
troll
's
nostrils
.
Howling
with
pain
,
the
troll
twisted
and
flailed
its
club
,
with
Harry
clinging
on
for
dear
life
;
any
second
,
the
troll
was
going
to
rip
him
off
or
catch
him
a
terrible
blow
with
the
club
.
Hermione
had
sunk
to
the
floor
in
fright
;
Ron
pulled
out
his
own
wand
--
not
knowing
what
he
was
going
to
do
he
heard
himself
cry
the
first
spell
that
came
into
his
head
:
"
Wingardium
Leviosa
!
"
The
club
flew
suddenly
out
of
the
troll
's
hand
,
rose
high
,
high
up
into
the
air
,
turned
slowly
over
--
and
dropped
,
with
a
sickening
crack
,
onto
its
owner
's
head
.
The
troll
swayed
on
the
spot
and
then
fell
flat
on
its
face
,
with
a
thud
that
made
the
whole
room
tremble
.
Harry
got
to
his
feet
.
He
was
shaking
and
out
of
breath
.
Ron
was
standing
there
with
his
wand
still
raised
,
staring
at
what
he
had
done
.
It
was
Hermione
who
spoke
first
.
"
Is
it
--
dead
?
"
