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br/> 　　he rose up in the air ahere, squinting at them.

”should call filch, i should, if somethings a-g around

unseen.”

harry had a sudden idea.

”peeves,” he said, in a hoarse whisper, ”the bloody baron has

his own reas invisible.”

peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. he caught himself

in time a a foot off the stairs.

”so sorry, your bloodiness, mr. baron, sir,” he said

greasily. ”my mistake, my mistake -- i didnt see you -- of course

i didnt, youre invisible -- five old peevsie his little joke,

sir.”

”i have business here, peeves,” croaked harry. ”stay away from

this plaight.”

”i will, sir, i most ly eeves, rising up

in the air again. ”hope your business goes well, baron, ill not

bother you.”

aed off

”brilliant, harry!” whispered ron.

a few seds later, they were there, outside the third-floor

corridor -- and the door was already ajar.

”well, there you are,” harry said quietly, ”snapes already

got past fluffy.”

seeing the open door somehow seemed to impress upon all three

of them what was fag them. uhe cloak, harry turned

to the other two.

”if you want to go bat blame you,” he said. ”you

take the cloak, i wo now.”

”doupid,” said ron.

”were ing,” said hermione.

harry pushed the door open.

as the door creaked, lrowls met their ears. all

three of the dogs noses sniffed madly iion, even

though it t see them.

”whats that at its feet?” hermione whispered.

”looks like a harp,” said ro have left it there.”

”it must the moment you stop playing,” said harry. ”well,

here goes...”

he put hagrids flute to his lips a wasnt really a

tu from the first s eyes began to droop. harry

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!”