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"
Lucky
you
pay
attention
in
Herbology
,
Hermione
,
"
said
Harry
as
he
joined
her
by
the
wall
,
wiping
sweat
off
his
face
.
"
Yeah
,
"
said
Ron
,
"
and
lucky
Harry
does
n't
lose
his
head
in
a
crisis
--
'
there
's
no
wood
,
'
honestly
.
"
"
This
way
,
"
said
Harry
,
pointing
down
a
stone
passageway
,
which
was
the
only
way
forward
.
All
they
could
hear
apart
from
their
footsteps
was
the
gentle
drip
of
water
trickling
down
the
walls
.
The
passageway
sloped
downward
,
and
Harry
was
reminded
of
Gringotts
.
With
an
unpleasant
jolt
of
the
heart
,
he
remembered
the
dragons
said
to
be
guarding
vaults
in
the
wizards
'
bank
.
If
they
met
a
dragon
,
a
fully-grown
dragon
--
Norbert
had
been
bad
enough
...
"
Can
you
hear
something
?
"
Ron
whispered
.
Harry
listened
.
A
soft
rustling
and
clinking
seemed
to
be
coming
from
up
ahead
.
"
Do
you
think
it
's
a
ghost
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
...
sounds
like
wings
to
me
.
"
"
There
's
light
ahead
--
I
can
see
something
moving
.
"
They
reached
the
end
of
the
passageway
and
saw
before
them
a
brilliantly
lit
chamber
,
its
ceiling
arching
high
above
them
.
It
was
full
of
small
,
jewel-bright
birds
,
fluttering
and
tumbling
all
around
the
room
.
On
the
opposite
side
of
the
chamber
was
a
heavy
wooden
door
.
