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"
Do
n't
be
stupid
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
We
're
coming
,
"
said
Hermione
.
Harry
pushed
the
door
open
.
As
the
door
creaked
,
low
,
rumbling
growls
met
their
ears
.
All
three
of
the
dog
's
noses
sniffed
madly
in
their
direction
,
even
though
it
could
n't
see
them
.
"
What
's
that
at
its
feet
?
"
Hermione
whispered
.
"
Looks
like
a
harp
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Snape
must
have
left
it
there
.
"
"
It
must
wake
up
the
moment
you
stop
playing
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Well
,
here
goes
...
"
He
put
Hagrid
's
flute
to
his
lips
and
blew
.
It
was
n't
really
a
tune
,
but
from
the
first
note
the
beast
's
eyes
began
to
droop
.
Harry
hardly
drew
breath
.
Slowly
,
the
dog
's
growls
ceased
--
it
tottered
on
its
paws
and
fell
to
its
knees
,
then
it
slumped
to
the
ground
,
fast
asleep
.
"
Keep
playing
,
"
Ron
warned
Harry
as
they
slipped
out
of
the
cloak
and
crept
toward
the
trapdoor
.
They
could
feel
the
dog
's
hot
,
smelly
breath
as
they
approached
the
giant
heads
.
"
I
think
we
'll
be
able
to
pull
the
door
open
,
"
said
Ron
,
peering
over
the
dog
's
back
.
"
Want
to
go
first
,
Hermione
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
n't
!
"
