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"Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror.
But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
"We'll just have to --" Harry began, but a voice suddenly rang across the hall.
All they could hear apart from their footsteps was the gentle drip of water trickling down the walls. The passageway sloped downward, and Harry was reminded of Gringotts. With an unpleasant jolt of the heart, he remembered the dragons said to be guarding vaults in the wizards' bank. If they met a dragon, a fully-grown dragon -- Norbert had been bad enough...
"Oh, come off it, you don't think we'd let you go alone?"
"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously.
It was the best evening of Harry's life, better than winning at Quidditch, or Christmas, or knocking out mountain trolls... he would never, ever forget tonight.
"Are there many of them in here?" asked Hermione.
"Good afternoon," he said smoothly.
"What's this stuff?" were his first words.
The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table. They were all the same:
Harry and Hermione followed him out of the clearing, staring over their shoulders at Ronan and Bane until the trees blocked their view.
"Brilliant," said Hermione. "This isn't magic -- it's logic -- a puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever."
"Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out.
"It's okay!" he called up to the light the size of a postage stamp, which was the open trapdoor, "it's a soft landing, you can jump!"