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Plan that they would learn in due course. Ton was making no effort to hide his bad mood,

And Harry was starting to fear that Hermione too was disappointed by his poor leadership.

In desperation he tried to think of further Horcrux locations, but the only one that

Continued to occur to him was Hogwarts, and as neither of the others thought this at all

Likely, he stopped suggesting it.

Autumn rolled over the countryside as they moved through it. They were now

Pitching the tent on mulches of fallen leaves. Natural mists joined those cast by the

Dementors; wind and rain added to their troubles. The fact that Hermione was getting

Better at identifying edible fungi could not altogether compensate for their continuing

isolation, the lack of other people’s company, or their total ignorance of what was going

On in the war against Voldemort.

“My mother,” said Ron on night, as they sat in the tent on a riverbank in Wales,

“can make good food appear out of thin air.”

He prodded moodily at the lumps of charred gray fish on his plate. Harry glanced

automatically at Ron’s neck and saw, as he has expected, the golden chain of the Horcrux

Glinting there. He managed to fight down the impulse to swear at Ron, whose attitude

Would, he knew, improve slightly when the time came to take off the locket.

“Your mother can’t produce food out of thin air,” said Hermione. “no one can.

Food is the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental

Transfigura—”

“Oh, speak English, can’t you?” Ron said, prising a fish out from between his

Teeth.

“It’s impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can Summon it if you

know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you’ve already got

some—”

“Well, don’t bother increasing this, it’s disgusting,” said Ron.

“Harry caught the fish and I did my best with it! I notice I’m always the one who

ends up sorting out the food, because I’m a girl, I suppose!”

“No, it’s because you’re supposed to be the best at magic!” shot back Ron.

Hermione jumped up and bits of roast pike slid off her tin plate onto the floor.

“You can do the cooking tomorrow, Ron, you can find the ingredients and try and

charm them into something worth eating, and I’ll sit here and pull faces and moan and

you can see you—”

“Shut up!,” said Harry, leaping to his feet and holding up both hands. “Shut up

now!”

Hermione looked outraged.

“How can you side with him, he hardly ever does the cook—”

“Hermione, be quiet, I can hear someone!”

He was listening hard, his hands still raised, warning them not to talk. Then, over

The rush and gush of the dark river beside them, he heard voices again. He looked around

At the Sneakoscope. It was not moving.

“You cast the Muffliato charm over us, right?” he whispered to Hermione.

“I did everything,” she whispered back, “Muffliato, Muggle-Repelling and



Disillusionment Charms, all of it. They shouldn’t be able to hear of see us, whoever they

are.”

Heavy scuffing and scraping noises, plus the sound of dislodged stones and twigs,

Told them that several people were clambering down the steep, wooded slope that

Descended to the narrow bank where they had pitched the tent. They drew their wands,


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