re just for de,”
said hermione.
they watched the birds s littering --
glittering?
”theyre not birds!” harry said suddenly. ”theyre keys! winged
keys -- look carefully. so that must mean...” he looked around
the chamber while the other two squihe flock of
keys. ”... yes -- look! broomsticks! weve got to catch the key to
the door!”
”but there are huhem!”
rohe lo the door.
”were l, old-fashioned one -- probably silver,
like the handle.”
they each seized a broomstid kicked off into the air,
s i of the cloud of keys. they grabbed and
she bewitched keys darted and dived so quickly it
ossible to e.
n, though, was harry the you seeker
iury. he had a knack f things other people
didnt. after a minutes weaving abh the whirl of rainbow
feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as
if it had already been d stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
”that oo the others. ”that big ohere --
h bright blue wihers are all crumpled
on one side.”
ro speediion that harry ointing,
to the g, and nearly fell off his broom.
”weve got to on it!” harry ot taking his
eyes off the key with the damaged wing. ”ron, you e at it from
above -- hermioay belo it from going down and ill
try and catch it. right, 1533631172!”
ron dived, hermioed upward, the key dodged them both,
and harry streaked after it; it sped toward the wall, harry leaned
forward and with a nasty, g noise, pi against the
stoh one hand. ron and hermiones cheers echoed around the
high chamber.
they landed quid harry rahe key
struggling in his hand. he rammed it into the lod turned --
it worked. the moment the lock had cli, the key took flight