hardly drew breath. slowly, the dogs growls ceased -- it tottered
on its paws as k slumped to the ground,
fast asleep.
”keep playing,” ron warned harry as they slipped out of the
d crept toward the trapdoor. they could feel the dogs hot,
smelly breath as they approached the giahink well
be able to pull the door open,” said r s
bat to go first, hermione?”
”no, i dont!”
”all right.” roeeth and stepped carefully over
the dogs legs. he bent ahe rirapdoor, which
sen.
”what you see?” hermione said anxiously.
”nothing -- just black -- theres no way of g down,
well just have to drop.”
harry, layie, waved at ro
his attention a himself.
”you want to go first? are you sure?” said ron. ”i dont know
how deep this thihe flute to hermione so she
keep him asleep.”
harry hae over. in the few seds silehe
dog growled ahe man to play,
it fell bato its deep sleep.
harry climbed over it ahrough the trapdoor. there
was no sigom.
he lowered himself through the hole until he was hanging on by
his fihe ron and said, ”if anything
happens to me, dont follht to the owlery and send
hedwig to dumbledht?”
”right,” said ron.
”see you in a minute, i hope...
and harry let go. p air rushed past him as he fell
don and -- flump. with a fun of thump
he landed ohing soft. he sat up a around, his eyes
he gloom. it felt as though he was sitting on some
sort of plant.
”its okay!” he called up to the light the size of a postage
stamp, en trapdoor, ”its a soft landing, you
jump!”
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