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"
Aha
!
"
he
yelled
,
seeing
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
.
"
What
villains
are
these
,
that
trespass
upon
my
private
lands
!
Come
to
scorn
at
my
fall
,
perchance
?
Draw
,
you
knaves
,
you
dogs
!
"
They
watched
in
astonishment
as
the
little
knight
tugged
his
sword
out
of
its
scabbard
and
began
brandishing
it
violently
,
hopping
up
and
down
in
rage
.
But
the
sword
was
too
long
for
him
;
a
particularly
wild
swing
made
him
overbalance
,
and
he
landed
facedown
in
the
grass
.
"
Are
you
all
right
?
"
said
Harry
,
moving
closer
to
the
picture
.
"
Get
back
,
you
scurvy
braggart
!
Back
,
you
rogue
!
"
The
knight
seized
his
sword
again
and
used
it
to
push
himself
back
up
,
but
the
blade
sank
deeply
into
the
grass
and
,
though
he
pulled
with
all
his
might
,
he
could
n't
get
it
out
again
.
Finally
,
he
had
to
flop
back
down
onto
the
grass
and
push
up
his
visor
to
mop
his
sweating
face
.
"
Listen
,
"
said
Harry
,
taking
advantage
of
the
knight
's
exhaustion
,
"
we
're
looking
for
the
North
Tower
.
You
do
n't
know
the
way
,
do
you
?
"
"
A
quest
!
"
The
knight
's
rage
seemed
to
vanish
instantly
.
He
clanked
to
his
feet
and
shouted
,
"
Come
follow
me
,
dear
friends
,
and
we
shall
find
our
goal
,
or
else
shall
perish
bravely
in
the
charge
!
"
He
gave
the
sword
another
fruitless
tug
,
tried
and
failed
to
mount
the
fat
pony
,
gave
up
,
and
cried
,
"
On
foot
then
,
good
sirs
and
gentle
lady
!
On
!
On
!
"
And
he
ran
,
clanking
loudly
,
into
the
left
side
of
the
frame
and
out
of
sight
.
