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"
All
right
.
"
Ron
gritted
his
teeth
and
stepped
carefully
over
the
dog
's
legs
.
He
bent
and
pulled
the
ring
of
the
trapdoor
,
which
swung
up
and
open
.
"
What
can
you
see
?
"
Hermione
said
anxiously
.
"
Nothing
--
just
black
--
there
's
no
way
of
climbing
down
,
we
'll
just
have
to
drop
.
"
Harry
,
who
was
still
playing
the
flute
,
waved
at
Ron
to
get
his
attention
and
pointed
at
himself
.
"
You
want
to
go
first
?
Are
you
sure
?
"
said
Ron
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
deep
this
thing
goes
.
Give
the
flute
to
Hermione
so
she
can
keep
him
asleep
.
"
Harry
handed
the
flute
over
.
In
the
few
seconds
'
silence
,
the
dog
growled
and
twitched
,
but
the
moment
Hermione
began
to
play
,
it
fell
back
into
its
deep
sleep
.
Harry
climbed
over
it
and
looked
down
through
the
trapdoor
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
bottom
.
He
lowered
himself
through
the
hole
until
he
was
hanging
on
by
his
fingertips
.
Then
he
looked
up
at
Ron
and
said
,
"
If
anything
happens
to
me
,
do
n't
follow
.
Go
straight
to
the
owlery
and
send
Hedwig
to
Dumbledore
,
right
?
"
"
Right
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
See
you
in
a
minute
,
I
hope
...
"
