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Lying awake in the early hours, he thought back to the way he had felt the night before they had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic and remembered a determination, almost an excitement. Now he was experiencing jolts of anxiety, nagging doubts: He could not shake off the fear that it was all going to go wrong. He kept telling himself that their plan was good, that Griphook knew what they were facing, that they were wellprepared for all the difficulties they were likely to encounter, yet still he felt uneasy. Once or twice he heard Ron stir and was sure that he too was awake, but they were sharing the sitting room with Dean, so Harry did not speak. It was a relief when six oclock arrived and they could slip out of their sleeping bags, dress in the semidarkness, then creep out into the garden, where they were to meet Hermione and Griphook. The dawn was chilly, but there was little wind now that it was May. Harry looked up at the stars still glimmering palely in the dark sky and listened to the sea washing backward and forward against the cliff: He was going to miss the sound. Small green shoots were forcing their way up through the red earth of Dobbys grave now; in a years time the mound would be covered in flowers. The white stone that bore the elfs name had already acquired a weathered look. He realized now that they could hardly have laid Dobby to rest in a more beautiful place, but Harry ached with sadness to think of leaving him behind. Looking down on the grave, he wondered yet again how the elf had known where to come to rescue them. His fingers moved absentmindedly to the little pouch still strung around his neck, through which he could feel the jagged mirror fragment in which he had been sure he had seen Dumbledores eye. Then the sound of a door opening made him look around. Bellatrix Lestrange was striding across the lawn toward them, accompanied by Griphook. As she walked, she was tucking the small, beaded bag into the inside pocket of another set of the old robes they had taken from Grimmauld Place. Though Harry knew perfectly well that it was really Hermione, he could not suppress a shiver of loathing. She was taller than he was, her long black hair rippling down her back, her heavily lidded eyes disdainful as they rested upon him; but then she spoke, and he heard Hermione through Bellatrixs low voice. She tasted disgusting, worse than Gurdyroots. Okay, Ron, come here so I can do you. Right, but remember, I dont like the beard please click for source long - Oh, for heavens sake, this isnt about looking handsome - Its not that, it gets in the way. But I liked my nose a bit shorter, try and do it the way you did last time. Hermione sighed and set to work, muttering under her breath as she transformed various aspects of Rons appearance. He was to be given a completely fake identity, and they were trusting to the malevolent aura cast by Bellatrix to protect him. Meanwhile Harry and Griphook were to be concealed under the Invisibility Cloak. There, said Hermione, how does he look, Harry. It was just possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought, because he knew learn more here so well. Rons hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows. Well, hes not my type, but hell do, said Harry. Shall we go, then. All three of them glanced back at Shell Cottage, lying dark and silent under the fading stars, then turned and began to walk toward the point, just beyond the boundary wall, where the Fidelius Charm stopped working and they would be able to Disapparate. Once past the gate, Griphook spoke. I should climb up now, Harry Potter, I think. Harry bent down and the goblin clambered onto his back, his hands linked in front of Harrys throat. He was not heavy, but Harry disliked the feeling of the goblin and the surprising strength with which he clung on. Hermione pulled the Invisibility Cloak out of the beaded bag and threw it over them both. Perfect, she said, bending down to check Harrys feet. I cant see a thing. Lets go. Harry turned on the spot, with Griphook on his shoulders, concentrating with all his might on the Leaky Cauldron, the inn that was the entrance to Diagon Alley. The goblin clung even tighter as they https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-development-journal.php into the compressing darkness, and seconds later Harrys feet found pavement and he opened his eyes on Charing Cross Road. Muggles bustled past wearing the hangdog expressions of early morning, quite unconscious of the little inns existence. The bar of the Leaky Cauldron was nearly deserted. Tom, the stooped and toothless landlord, was polishing glasses behind the bar counter; a couple of warlocks having a muttered conversation in the far corner glanced at Hermione and drew back into the shadows. Madam Lestrange, murmured Tom, and as Hermione passed he inclined his head subserviently. Good morning, said Hermione, and as Harry crept past, still carrying Griphook piggyback under the Cloak, he saw Tom look surprised. Too polite, Harry whispered in Hermiones ear as they passed out of the inn into the tiny backyard. You need to treat people like theyre scum. Okay, okay. Hermione drew out Bellatrixs wand and tapped a brick in the nondescript wall in front of them. At once the bricks began to whirl and spin: A hole appeared in the middle of them, which grew wider and wider, finally forming an archway onto the narrow cobbled street that was Diagon Alley. It was quiet, barely time for the shops to open, and there were hardly any shoppers abroad. The crooked, cobbled street was much altered now from the bustling place Harry had visited before his first term at Hogwarts so many years before. More shops than read more were boarded up, though several new establishments dedicated to the Dark Arts had been created since his last visit. Harrys own face glared down at him from posters plastered over many windows, always captioned with the words UNDESIRABLE NUMBER ONE. A number of ragged people sat huddled in doorways. He heard them moaning to the few passersby, pleading for gold, insisting that they were really wizards. One man had a bloody bandage over his eye. As they set off along the street, the beggars glimpsed Hermione. They seemed to melt away before her, drawing hoods over their faces and fleeing as fast as they could. Hermione looked after them curiously, until the man with the bloodied bandage came staggering right across her path. My children. he bellowed, pointing at her. His voice was cracked, highpitched; he sounded distraught. Where are my children. What has he done with them. You know, you know. I - I really - stammered Hermione. The man lunged at her, reaching for her throat: Then, with a bang and a burst of red light he was thrown backward onto the ground, unconscious. Ron stood there, his wand still outstretched and a look of shock visible behind his beard. Faces appeared at the windows on either side of the street, while a little knot of prosperous-looking passersby gathered their robes about them and broke into gentle trots, keen to vacate the scene. Their entrance into Diagon Alley could hardly have been more conspicuous; for a moment Harry wondered whether it might not be better to leave now and try to think of a different plan. Before they could move or consult one another, however, they heard a cry from behind them. Why, Madam Lestrange. Harry whirled around and Griphook tightened his hold around Harrys neck: A tall, thin wizard with a crown of bushy gray hair and a long, sharp nose was striding toward them. Its Travers, hissed the goblin into Harrys ear, but at that moment Harry could not think who Travers was. Hermione had drawn herself up to her fullest height and said with as much contempt as she could muster: And what do you want. Travers stopped in his tracks, clearly affronted. Hes another Death Eater. breathed Griphook, and Harry sidled sideways to repeat the information into Hermiones ear. I merely sought to greet you, said Travers coolly, but accept. pubg system requirements old pity my presence is not welcome. Harry recognized his voice now; Travers was one of the Death Eaters who had been summoned to Xenophiliuss house. No, no, not at all, Travers, said Hermione quickly, trying to cover up her mistake. How are you. Well, I confess I am surprised to see you out and about, Bellatrix. Really. Why. asked Hermione. Well, Travers coughed, I heard that the inhabitants of Malfoy Manor were confined to the house, after the. ah. escape. Harry willed Hermione to keep her head. If this was true, and Bellatrix was not supposed to be out in public - The Dark Lord forgives those who have served him most faithfully in the past, said Hermione in a magnificent imitation of Bellatrixs most contemptuous manner. Perhaps your credit is not as good with him as mine is, Travers. Though the Death Eater looked offended, he also seemed less suspicious. He glanced down at the man Ron had just Stunned. How did it offend you. It does not matter, it will not do so again, said Hermione coolly. Some of these wandless can be troublesome, said Travers. While they do nothing but beg I have no objection, but one of them actually asked me to plead her case at the Ministry last week. Im a witch, sir, Im a witch, let jiu city national apex jitsu prove it to you. he said in a squeaky impersonation. As if I was going to give her my wand - but whose wand, said Travers curiously, are you using at the moment, Bellatrix. I heard that your own was - I have my wand here, said Hermione coldly, holding up Bellatrixs wand. I dont know what rumors you have been listening to, Travers, but you seem sadly misinformed. Travers seemed a little taken aback at that, and he turned instead to Ron. Who is https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/games/call-of-duty-all-game-list-reading.php friend. I do not recognize him. This is Dragomir Despard, said Hermione; they had decided that a fictional foreigner was the safest cover for Ron to assume. He speaks very little English, but he is in sympathy with the Dark Lords aims. He has traveled here from Transylvania to see our new regime. Indeed. How do you do, Dragomir. Ow you. said Ron, holding out his hand. Travers extended two fingers and shook Rons hand as though frightened of dirtying himself. So what brings you and your - ah - sympathetic friend to Diagon Alley this early. asked Travers. I need to visit Gringotts, said Hermione. Alas, I also, said Travers. Gold, filthy gold. We cannot live without it, yet I confess I deplore the necessity of consorting with our long-fingered friends. Harry felt Griphooks clasped hands tighten momentarily around his neck. Shall we. said Travers, gesturing Hermione forward. Hermione had no choice but to fall into step beside him and head along the crooked, cobbled street toward the place where the snowy-white Gringotts stood towering over the other little shops. Ron sloped along beside them, and Harry and Griphook followed. A watchful Death Eater was the very last thing they needed, and the worst of it was, with Travers marching at what he believed to be Bellatrixs side, there was no means for Harry to communicate with Hermione or Ron. All too soon they arrived at the foot of the marble steps leading up to the great bronze doors. As Griphook had already warned them, the liveried goblins who usually flanked the entrance had been replaced by two wizards, both of whom were clutching long thin golden rods. Ah, Probity Probes, sighed Travers theatrically, so crude - but effective. And he set off up the steps, nodding left and right to the wizards, who raised the golden rods and passed them up and down his body. The Probes, Harry knew, detected spells of concealment and hidden magical objects. Knowing that he had only seconds, Harry pointed Dracos wand at each of the guards in turn and murmured, Confundo twice. Unnoticed by Travers, who was looking through the bronze doors at the inner hall, each of the guards gave a little start as the spells hit them. Hermiones long black hair rippled behind her https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-3-sorcerer-build-na.php she climbed the steps. One moment, madam, said the guard, raising click the following article Probe. But youve just done that. said Hermione in Bellatrixs commanding, arrogant voice. Travers looked around, eyebrows raised. The guard was confused. He stared down at the thin golden Probe and then at his companion, who said in a slightly dazed voice, Yeah, youve just checked them, Marius. Hermione swept forward, Ron by her side, Harry and Griphook trotting invisibly behind them. Harry glanced back as they crossed the threshold: The wizards were both scratching their heads. Two goblins stood before the inner doors, which were made of silver and which carried the poem warning of dire retribution to potential thieves. Harry looked up at it, and all of a sudden a knife-sharp memory came to him: standing on this very spot on the day that he had turned eleven, the most wonderful birthday of his life, and Hagrid standing beside him saying, Like I said, yehd be mad ter try anrob it. Gringotts had seemed a place of wonder that day, the enchanted repository of a trove of gold he had never known he possessed, and never for an instant could he have dreamed that he would return to steal. But within seconds they were standing in the vast marble hall of the bank. The long counter was manned by goblins sitting on high stools, serving the first customers of the day. Hermione, Ron, and Travers headed toward an old goblin who was examining a thick gold coin through an eyeglass. Hermione allowed Travers to step ahead of her on the pretext of explaining features of the hall to Ron. The goblin tossed the coin he was holding aside, said to nobody in particular, Leprechaun, and then greeted Travers, who passed over a tiny golden key, which was examined and given back to him. Hermione stepped forward. Madam Lestrange. said the goblin, evidently startled. Dear me. Steamboat creative sorry - how may I help you Fallout 4 goty code. I wish to enter my vault, said Hermione. The old goblin seemed to recoil a little. Harry glanced around. Not only was Travers hanging back, watching, but several other goblins had looked up from their work to stare at Hermione. You have. identification. asked the goblin. Identification. I - I have never been asked for identification before. said Hermione. They know. whispered Griphook in Harrys ear. They must have been warned there might Fallout 4 goty code an impostor. Your wand will do, madam, said the goblin. He held out a slightly trembling hand, and in a dreadful blast of realization Harry knew that the goblins of Gringotts were aware that Bellatrixs wand had been stolen. Act now, act now, whispered Griphook in Harrys ear, the Imperius Curse. Harry raised the hawthorn wand beneath the cloak, pointed it at the old goblin, and whispered, for the first time in his life, Imperio. A curious sensation shot down Harrys arm, a feeling of tingling warmth that seemed to flow from his mind, down the sinews and veins connecting him to the wand and the curse it had just cast. The goblin took Bellatrixs wand, examined it closely, and then said, Ah, you have had a new wand made, Madam Lestrange. What. said Hermione. No, no, thats mine - A new wand. said Travers, approaching the counter again; still the goblins all around were watching. But how could you have done, which wandmaker did you use. Harry acted without thinking: Pointing his wand at Travers, he muttered, Imperio. once more. Oh yes, I see, said Travers, looking down at Bellatrixs wand, yes, very handsome. And is it working well. I always think wands require a little breaking in, dont you. Hermione looked utterly bewildered, but to Harrys enormous relief she accepted the bizarre turn of events without comment. The old goblin behind the counter clapped his hands and a younger goblin approached. I shall need the Clankers, he told the goblin, who dashed away and returned a moment later with a leather bag that seemed to be full of jangling metal, which he handed to his senior. Good, good. So, if you will follow me, Madam Lestrange, said the old goblin, hopping down off his stool and vanishing from sight, I shall take you to your vault. He appeared around the end of the counter, jogging happily toward them, the contents of the leather bag still jingling. Travers was now standing quite still with his mouth hanging wide open. Ron was drawing attention to this odd phenomenon by regarding Travers with confusion. Wait - Bogrod. Another goblin came scurrying around the counter. We have instructions, he said with a bow to Hermione. Forgive me, Madam, but there have been special orders regarding the vault of Lestrange. He whispered urgently in Bogrods ear, but the Imperiused goblin shook him off. I am aware of the instructions. Madam Lestrange wishes to visit her vault. Very old family. old clients. This way, please. And, still clanking, he hurried toward one of the many doors leading off the hall. Harry looked back at Travers, who was still rooted to the spot looking abnormally vacant, and made his decision: With a flick of his wand he made Travers come with them, walking meekly in their wake as they reached the door and passed into the rough stone passageway beyond, which was lit with flaming torches. Were in trouble; they suspect, said Harry as the door slammed behind them and he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. Griphook jumped down from his shoulders; neither Travers nor Bogrod showed the slightest surprise at the sudden appearance of Harry Potter in their midst. Theyre Imperiused, he added, in response to Hermione and Click at this page confused queries about Travers and Bogrod, who were shark steam mop replacement handle now standing there looking blank. I dont think I did it strongly enough, I dont know. And another memory darted through his mind, of the real Bellatrix Lestrange shrieking at him when he had first tried to use an Unforgivable Curse: You need to mean them, Potter. What Fallout 4 goty code we do. asked Ron. Shall we get out now, while we can. If we can, said Hermione, looking back toward the door into the main hall, beyond which who knew what was happening. Weve got this far, I say we go on, said Harry. Good. said Griphook. So, we need Bogrod to control the cart; I no longer have the authority. But there will not be room for the wizard. Harry pointed his wand at Travers. Imperio. The wizard turned and set off along the dark track at a smart pace. What are you making him do. Hide, said Harry as he pointed his wand at Bogrod, who whistled to summon a little cart that came trundling along the tracks toward them out of the darkness. Harry was sure he could hear shouting behind them in the main hall as they all clambered into it, Bogrod in front with Griphook, Harry, Ron, and Hermione crammed together in the back. With a jerk the cart moved off, gathering speed: They hurtled past Travers, who was wriggling into a crack in the wall, then the cart began twisting and turning through the labyrinthine passages, sloping downward all the time. Harry could not hear anything over the rattling of the cart on the tracks: His hair flew behind him as they swerved between stalactites, flying ever deeper into the earth, but he kept glancing back. They might as well have left enormous footprints behind them; the more he thought about it, the more foolish it seemed to have disguised Hermione as Bellatrix, to have brought along Bellatrixs wand, when the Death Eaters knew who had stolen it - They were deeper than Harry had ever penetrated within Gringotts; they took a hairpin bend at speed and saw ahead of them, with seconds to spare, a waterfall pounding over the track. Harry heard Griphook shout, No. but there was no braking: They zoomed through it. Water filled Harrys eyes and mouth: He could not see or breathe: Then, with an awful lurch, the cart flipped over and they were all thrown out of it. Harry heard the cart smash into pieces against the passage wall, heard Hermione shriek something, and felt himself glide back toward the ground as though weightless, landing painlessly on the rocky passage floor. C-Cushioning Charm, Hermione spluttered, as Ron pulled her to her feet, but to Harrys horror he saw that she was no longer Bellatrix; instead she stood there in overlarge robes, sopping wet and completely herself; Ron was red-haired and beardless again. They were realizing it as they looked at each other, feeling their own faces. The Thiefs Downfall. said Griphook, clambering to his feet and looking back at the deluge onto the tracks, which, Harry knew now, had been more than water. It washes away all enchantment, all magical concealment. They know there are impostors in Gringotts, they have set off defenses against us. Harry saw Hermione checking that she still had the beaded bag, and hurriedly thrust his own hand under his jacket to make sure he had not lost the Invisibility Cloak. Then he turned to see Bogrod shaking his head in bewilderment: The Thiefs Downfall seemed to have lifted the Imperius Curse. We need him, said Griphook, we cannot enter the vault without a Go here goblin. And we need the Clankers. Imperio. Harry said again; his voice echoed through the stone passage as he felt again the sense of heady control that flowed from brain to wand. Bogrod submitted once more to his will, his befuddled expression changing to one of polite indifference, as Ron hurried to pick up the leather bag of metal link. Harry, I think I can hear people coming. said Hermione, and she pointed Bellatrixs wand at the waterfall and cried, Protego. They saw the Shield Charm break the flow of enchanted water as it click at this page up the passageway. Good thinking, said Harry. Lead the way, Griphook. How are we going to get out again. Ron asked https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/steam-deck/coc-next-update.php they hurried on foot into the darkness after the goblin, Bogrod panting in their wake like an old dog. Lets worry about that when we have to, said Harry. He was trying to listen: He thought he could hear something clanking and moving around nearby. Griphook, how much farther. Not far, Harry Potter, not far. And they turned a corner and saw the thing for which Harry had been prepared, but which still brought all of them to a halt. A gigantic dragon was tethered to the ground in front of them, barring access to four or five of the deepest vaults in the place. The beasts scales had turned pale and flaky during its long incarceration under the ground; its eyes were milkily pink; both rear legs bore heavy cuffs from which chains led to enormous pegs driven deep into the rocky floor. Its great spiked wings, folded close to its body, would have filled the chamber if it spread them, and when it turned its ugly head toward them, it roared with a noise that made the rock tremble, opened its mouth, and spat a jet of fire that sent them running back up the passageway. It is partially blind, panted Griphook, but even more savage for that. However, we have the means to control it. It has learned what to expect when the Clankers come. Give them to me. Ron passed the bag to Griphook, and the goblin pulled out a number of small metal instruments that when shaken made a loud, ringing noise like miniature hammers on anvils. Griphook handed them out: Bogrod accepted his meekly. You know what to do, Griphook told Harry, Ron, and Hermione. It will expect pain when it hears the noise: It will retreat, and Bogrod must place his palm upon the door of the vault. They advanced around the corner again, shaking the Clankers, and the noise echoed off the rocky walls, grossly magnified, so that the inside of Harrys skull seemed to vibrate with the din. The dragon let out another hoarse roar, then retreated. Harry could see it trembling, and as they drew nearer he saw the scars made by vicious slashes across its face, and guessed that it had been taught to fear hot swords when it heard the sound of the Clankers. Make him press his hand to the door. Griphook urged Harry, who turned his wand again upon Bogrod. The old goblin obeyed, pressing his palm to the wood, and the door of the vault melted away to reveal a cavelike opening crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures - some with long spines, others with drooping wings - potions in jeweled flasks, and a skull still wearing a crown. Search, fast. said Harry as they all hurried inside the vault. He had described Hufflepuffs cup to Ron and Fallout 4 goty code, but if it was the other, unknown Horcrux that resided in this vault, he did not know what it looked like. He barely had time to glance around, however, before there was a muffled clunk from behind them: The door had reappeared, sealing them inside the vault, and they were plunged into total darkness. No matter, Bogrod will be able to release us. said Griphook as Ron gave a shout of surprise. Light your wands, cant you. And hurry, we have very little time. Lumos. Harry shone his lit wand around the vault: Its beam fell upon glittering jewels; he saw the fake sword of Gryffindor lying on a high shelf amongst a jumble of chains. Ron and Hermione had lit their wands too, and were now examining the piles of objects surrounding them. Harry, could this be -. Aargh. Hermione screamed in pain, and Harry turned his wand on her in time to see a jeweled goblet tumbling from her grip. But as it fell, it split, became a shower of goblets, so that a second later, with a great clatter, the floor was covered in identical cups rolling in every direction, the original impossible to discern amongst them.

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