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soners lurched into one another as they landed in a country lane. Harry’s
eyes, still puffy, took a moment to acclimatize, then he saw a pair of wrought-iron gates
at the foot of what looked like a long drive. He experienced the tiniest trickle of relief.
The worst had not happened yet: Voldemort was not here. He was, Harry knew, for he
was fighting to resist the vision, in some strange, fortresslike place, at the top of a tower.
How long it would take Voldemort to get to this place, once he knew that Harry was here,
was another matter. . . .

One of the Snatchers strode to the gates and shook them.

“How do we get in? They’re locked, Greyback, I can’t – blimey,” said Harry. “We need to get into Hogwarts.”!”

He whipped his hands away in fright. The iron was contorting, twisting itself out
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“We’ve got Potter,it doesn’t fit!” Greyback roared triumphantly. “We’ve captured Harry
Potter!”

The gates swung open.

“Come on!” said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the
gates and up the drive, between high hedges that muffled their footsteps. Harry saw a
ghostly white shape above him, and realized it was an albino peacock. He stumbled and
was dragged onto his feet by Greyback; now he was staggering along sideways, tied
back-to-back to the four other prisoner. Closing his puffy eyes, he allowed the pain in his
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The emaciated figure stirred beneath its thin blanket and rolled over toward him,
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As Voldemort’s anger throbbed inside him, Harry’s scar threatened to burst with
pain, and he wrenched his mind back to his own body, fighting to remain present as the
prisoners were pushed over gravel.

Light spilled out over all of them.

“What is this?” said a woman’s cold voice.

“We’re here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” rasped Greyback.

“Who are you?”

“You know me!” There was resentment in the werewolf’s voice. “Fenrit
Greyback! We’ve caught Harry Potter!”

Greyback seized

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en his first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when something else on the map caught his eye . . .
　　something distinctly odd.
　　Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner – Snapes office. But the dot wasn’t labeled “Severus Snape” … it was Bartemius Crouch.
　　Harry stared at the dot. Mr. Crouch was supposed to be too ill to go to work or to come to the Yule Ball – so what was he doing, sneaking into Hogwarts at one o’clock in the morning? Harry watched closely as the dot moved around and around the room, pausing here and there. …
　　Harry hesitated, thinking . . . and then his curiosity got the better of him. He turned and set off in the opposite direction toward the nearest staircase. He was going to see what Crouch was up to.
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　　The golden egg fell through the tapestry at the bottom of the staircase, burst open, and began wailing loudly in the corridor below. Harry pulled out his wand and struggled to touch the Marauder s Map, to wipe it blank, but it was too far away to reach -Pulling the cloak back over himself Harry straightened up, listening hard with his eyes
　　screwed up with fear. . . and, almost immediately -”
　　PEEVES!”
　　It was the unmistakable hunting cry of Filc

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27. TRAVEL PLANS

i took mythology a lot more seriously since I’d become a vampire.

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Sue seemed to have taken it on herself to smooth Charlie’s transition into the world of make-believe.
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Leah was even less comfortable than Sue and was the only part of our recently extended family who
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us all. I asked him about it once—hesit