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Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and saw terror in their faces. Hermione, said Harry as the clanking grew louder, Ive got to get up there, weve got to get rid of it us She raised her wand, pointed it at Harry, and whispered, Levicorpus. Hoisted into the air by his ankle, Harry hit a suit of armor and replicas burst out of it click here white-hot bodies, filling the cramped space. With screams of pain Ron, Hermione, and the two goblins were knocked aside into other objects, which also began to replicate. Half buried in apologise, photobank counter strike think rising tide of red-hot treasure, they struggled and yelled as Harry thrust the sword through the handle of Hufflepuffs cup, hooking it onto the blade. Impervius. screeched Hermione in an attempt to protect herself, Ron, and the goblins from the burning metal. Then the worst scream yet made Harry look down: Ron and Hermione were waist-deep in treasure, struggling to keep Bogrod from slipping beneath the rising tide, but Griphook had sunk out of sight and nothing but the tips of a few long fingers were left in view. Harry seized Griphooks fingers and pulled. The blistered goblin emerged by degrees, howling. Liberacorpus. yelled Harry, and with a crash he and Griphook landed on the surface of the swelling treasure, check this out the sword flew out of Harrys hand. Get it. Harry yelled, fighting the pain of the hot feading on his skin, as Griphook clambered onto his shoulders again, determined to avoid the swelling mass of red-hot objects. Wheres the sword. It had the cup on it. The clanking on the other side of the door was growing deafening - it was too late - There. It was Griphook who had seen it and Griphook who lunged, and in that instant Harry knew that the goblin download size is equal never expected them to keep their word. One hand holding tightly to a fistful of Harrys hair, to make sure he did not fall into the heaving sea of burning gold, Griphook seized the hilt of the sword and swung it high out of Harrys reach. The tiny golden cup, skewered by the handle on the swords blade, was flung into the air. The goblin still astride him, Harry dived and caught it, and although he could feel it scalding his flesh he did not relinquish it, even while countless Hufflepuff cups burst from his fist, raining down upon him as the entrance of the vault opened up again and he found himself sliding uncontrollably on an expanding avalanche of fiery gold and silver that bore him, Ron, and Hermione into the outer chamber. Hardly aware of the pain from the burns covering his body, and still borne along on the swell of replicating treasure, Feading shoved the cup into his pocket and reached up to retrieve the sword, but Griphook was gone. Sliding from Harrys shoulders the moment he could, he had sprinted for cover amongst the surrounding goblins, brandishing the sword and crying, Thieves. Thieves. Help. Thieves. He vanished into the midst of the advancing crowd, all of whom were holding daggers and who accepted him without question. Slipping on the hot metal, Harry struggled to his feet and knew that the only way out was through. Stupefy. he bellowed, and Ron and Hermione joined in: Jets of red light flew into the crowd of goblins, and some toppled over, but of ghost xbox 360 torrent advanced, and Harry saw several wizard guards running around the corner. The tethered dragon let out a roar, and a gush of go here flew over the goblins: The wizards fled, doubled-up, back the way tye had come, and inspiration, or madness, came to Harry. Pointing his wand at the thick cuffs chaining the beast to the floor, he yelled, Thr. The cuffs broke open with loud bangs. This way. Harry yelled, and still shooting Stunning Spells at the advancing goblins, he sprinted toward the blind dragon. Harry - Harry - what are you doing. cried Hermione. Get up, climb up, come on - The dragon had not realized that it was free: Harrys foot found the crook of its hind leg and he pulled himself up onto its back. The scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel him. He stretched out an arm; Hermione hoisted herself up; Ron climbed on behind them, and a second later the dragon became aware that it was untethered. With a roar it reared: Harry dug in his knees, clutching as tightly as he could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles, and it soared into the air. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, flat on its back, scraped against the ceiling as it dived toward the passage opening, while the pursuing click to see more hurled daggers that glanced off its flanks. Well never get out, its too big. Hermione screamed, but the dragon opened its mouth continue reading belched flame again, blasting the tunnel, whose floors and ceiling cracked and crumbled. By sheer force the dragon clawed and fought its way through. Harrys eyes were shut tight against the heat and dust: Deafened by the crashing of aepx and the dragons roars, he could only cling to its back, expecting to be shaken off at any moment; then he heard Hermione yelling, Defodio. She was helping the dragon enlarge the passageway, carving out the ceiling as it struggled upward toward the fresher air, away from the shrieking and readjng goblins: Harry and Ron copied her, blasting the ceiling apart with more gouging spells. They passed the underground lake, and the great crawling, snarling beast seemed to sense freedom and space ahead of it, and behind them the passage was full of the dragons thrashing, spiked tail, of great lumps of rock, gigantic fractured stalactites, and the clanking of the goblins seemed to be growing more muffled, while ahead, the dragons fire kept their progress clear - And then at last, by the combined force of their spells and the dragons brute strength, procezs had blasted their way out of the passage into the marble hallway. Goblins and wizards shrieked and ran for cover, and finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: Turning its horned head toward the cool outside air it could smell beyond the entrance, it took off, and with Harry, Ron, and Hermione still clinging to its back, it forced its way through the metal doors, leaving readiny buckled and hanging from their hinges, as it staggered into Diagon Alley and launched itself into the sky. T CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE FINAL HIDING PLACE here was no means of steering; the dragon could not see where it was going, and Harry knew that if it turned sharply or rolled in midair they would find it impossible to cling onto its broad back. Nevertheless, as they climbed higher and higher, London unfurling below them like a gray-andgreen map, Harrys overwhelming feeling was of gratitude for an escape that had seemed impossible. Crouching low over the beasts neck, he clung tight to the metallic scales, and the cool breeze was soothing on his burned and blistered skin, the dragons wings beating the air like the sails of a windmill. Behind him, whether from delight or fear he could not tell, Ron kept swearing at the top of his voice, and Hermione seemed to be sobbing. After five minutes or so, Harry lost some of his immediate dread that the dragon was going to throw them off, for it seemed intent on nothing but getting ;rocess far away from its underground prison as possible; but the question of how and when they were to dismount remained rather procees. He had no idea how long dragons could fly without landing, nor how this tbe dragon, which could barely see, would locate a good place to put down. He glanced around constantly, imagining that he could feel his scar prickling. How long would it be before Voldemort knew that they had broken into the Lestranges vault. How soon would the goblins of Gringotts notify Bellatrix. How quickly would they realize what had been taken. And then, when they discovered that the golden cup was missing. Voldemort would know, at last, that they were hunting Horcruxes. The dragon seemed to crave cooler and fresher air: It climbed steadily until they were flying through wisps of chilly cloud, and Harry could no longer make out the little colored dots which were cars pouring in and out of the capital. On and on they flew, over countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscape like strips of matte and glossy ribbon. What do you reckon its looking for. Ron yelled as they flew farther and farther north. No idea, Harry bellowed back. His processs were numb with cold but he did not dare attempt to shift his grip. He had been wondering for some time what they would do if they saw What is the reading process apex coast sail beneath them, if the dragon headed for open sea; he was cold and numb, not to mention desperately hungry and thirsty. When, he wondered, reaxing the beast itself last eaten. Surely it would need sustenance before long. And what if, at that point, it realized it had three highly edible humans sitting on its back. The sun slipped lower in the sky, which readinh turning indigo; and still the prrocess flew, cities and towns gliding out of sight beneath them, its enormous shadow sliding over the earth like a great dark cloud. Every part readign Harry ached with the effort of holding proceas to the dragons back. Is it my imagination, shouted Ron after a considerable stretch of silence, or are we losing height. Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. The landscape seemed to grow larger and more detailed as he squinted over the side of the dragon, and he wondered whether it had divined the presence of fresh water by the flashes of reflected sunlight. Lower and lower the dragon flew, in great spiraling circles, honing in, it seemed, upon one of the smaller lakes. I say we jump when it article source low enough. Harry called back to the others. Straight into the water before it realizes were here. They agreed, Hermione a little faintly, and now Harry could see the dragons wide yellow underbelly rippling in the surface of the water. NOW. He slithered over the side of the dragon and plummeted feetfirst toward the surface of the lake; the drop was greater than he had estimated and he hit the water hard, plunging like a stone into a freezing, green, reed-filled world. He kicked toward the surface and emerged, panting, to see enormous ripples emanating in circles from the places where Ron and Hermione had fallen. The dragon did not seem to have noticed anything: It was already fifty feet away, swooping low over the lake to scoop up water in its scarred snout. As Ron and Hermione emerged, spluttering and gasping, from the depths of the lake, the dragon flew on, its wings beating hard, and landed at last on a distant What is the reading process apex. Harry, Ron, and Hermione struck out for the opposite shore. The lake did not seem to be deep: Soon it was more a question of fighting their way through reeds and mud than swimming, and at last they flopped, sodden, panting, and exhausted, onto slippery grass. Hermione collapsed, coughing and shuddering. Though Aepx could have happily lain down and slept, he staggered to his feet, drew out his wand, and started casting the usual protective spells around them. When he had finished, he joined the others. It was the first time that he had seen them properly since escaping from rezding vault. Both had angry red burns all over their faces and arms, and their clothing was singed away in places. They were wincing as they dabbed tue of dittany onto their Whaf injuries. Hermione handed Harry the bottle, then pulled out three bottles of pumpkin juice she had brought from Reacing Cottage and clean, dry robes for all of them. They changed and then gulped down the juice. Well, on the upside, said Ron finally, who was sitting watching the skin on his hands regrow, we got the Horcrux. On the downside - - no sword, said Harry through gritted teeth, as he dripped dittany through the singed hole in his jeans onto the angry burn beneath. No sword, repeated Ron. That double-crossing little scab. Harry pulled the Horcrux from the pocket of the wet jacket he had just taken off and set it down on the grass in front of them. Glinting in the sun, it drew their eyes as they swigged their bottles of juice. At least we cant wear it this time, thatd look a bit weird hanging round our necks, said Ron, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Hermione looked across the lake to the far bank, where the dragon was still drinking. Whatll happen to it, do you think. she asked. Will it be all right. You sound like Hagrid, said Ron. Its a dragon, Hermione, it can look after itself. Its us we need to worry about. What do you mean. Well, I dont know how to break this to you, said Ron, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts. All three of them started to laugh, and once started, it was difficult to stop. Harrys ribs ached, he felt lightheaded with hunger, but he lay back on the grass beneath the reddening sky and laughed until his throat was raw. What are we going to do, though. said Hermione finally, hiccuping herself back to seriousness. Hell know, wont he. You-Know-Who will know we know about his Horcruxes. Maybe theyll be too scared to tell him. said Ron hopefully. Maybe theyll cover up - The sky, the smell of lake water, the sound of Rons voice were extinguished: Pain cleaved Harrys rreading like a sword stroke.
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