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What
did
he
have
to
do
?
He
pulled
out
the
map
again
and
saw
to
his
astonishment
,
that
a
new
ink
figure
had
appeared
upon
it
,
labeled
'
Harry
Potter
'
.
This
figure
was
standing
exactly
where
the
real
Harry
was
standing
,
about
halfway
down
the
third-floor
corridor
.
Harry
watched
carefully
.
His
little
Ink
self
appeared
to
be
tapping
the
witch
with
his
minute
wand
.
Harry
quickly
took
out
his
real
wand
and
tapped
the
statue
.
Nothing
happened
.
He
looked
back
at
the
map
.
The
tiniest
speech
bubble
had
appeared
next
to
his
figure
.
The
word
inside
said
,
'D
issendium
.
'
"
Dissendium
!
"
Harry
whispered
,
tapping
the
stone
witch
again
.
At
once
,
the
statue
's
hump
opened
wide
enough
to
admit
a
fairly
thin
person
.
Harry
glanced
quickly
up
and
down
the
corridor
,
then
tucked
the
map
away
again
,
hoisted
himself
into
the
hole
headfirst
,
and
pushed
himself
forward
.
He
slid
a
considerable
way
down
what
felt
like
a
stone
slide
,
then
landed
on
cold
,
damp
earth
.
He
stood
up
,
looking
around
.
It
was
pitch
dark
.
He
held
up
his
wand
,
muttered
,
"
Lumos
!
"
and
saw
that
he
was
in
a
very
narrow
,
low
,
earthy
passageway
.
He
raised
the
map
,
tapped
it
with
the
tip
of
his
wand
,
and
muttered
,
"
Mischief
managed
!
"
The
map
went
blank
at
once
.
He
folded
it
carefully
,
tucked
it
inside
his
robes
,
then
,
heart
beating
fast
,
both
excited
and
apprehensive
,
he
set
off
.
The
passage
twisted
and
turned
,
more
like
the
burrow
of
a
giant
rabbit
than
anything
else
.
Harry
hurried
along
it
,
stumbling
now
and
then
on
the
uneven
floor
,
holding
his
wand
out
in
front
of
him
.
It
took
ages
,
but
Harry
had
the
thought
of
Honeydukes
to
sustain
him
.
After
what
felt
like
an
hour
,
the
passage
began
to
rise
.
Panting
,
Harry
sped
up
,
his
face
hot
,
his
feet
very
cold
.
Ten
minutes
later
,
he
came
to
the
foot
of
some
worn
stone
steps
,
which
rose
out
of
sight
above
him
.
Careful
not
to
make
any
noise
,
Harry
began
to
climb
.
A
hundred
steps
,
two
hundred
steps
,
he
lost
count
as
he
climbed
,
watching
his
feet
...
then
,
without
warning
,
his
head
hit
something
hard
.
It
seemed
to
be
a
trapdoor
.
Harry
stood
there
,
massaging
the
top
of
his
head
,
listening
.
He
could
n't
hear
any
sounds
above
him
.
Very
slowly
,
he
pushed
the
trapdoor
open
and
peered
over
the
edge
.
He
was
in
a
cellar
,
which
was
full
of
wooden
crates
and
boxes
.
Harry
climbed
out
of
the
trapdoor
and
replaced
it
--
it
blended
so
perfectly
with
the
dusty
floor
that
it
was
impossible
to
tell
it
was
there
.
Harry
crept
slowly
toward
the
wooden
staircase
that
led
upstairs
.
Now
he
could
definitely
hear
voices
,
not
to
mention
the
tinkle
of
a
bell
and
the
opening
and
shutting
of
a
door
.
Wondering
what
he
ought
to
do
,
he
suddenly
heard
a
door
open
much
closer
at
hand
;
somebody
was
about
to
come
downstairs
.
