into a nightmare — this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far.
They weren’t in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor.
The forbidden corridor on
the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden.
They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space
between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses,
twitching and
quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery
ropes from yellowish fangs.
It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Harry knew that the only reason they
weren’t already dead was that their sudden appearance
had taken it by surprise, but it was
quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.
Harry groped for the doorknob — between Filch and death, he’d take Filch.
They fell backward — Harry slammed the door shut, and they ran,
they almost flew, back down
the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn’t
see him anywhere, but they hardly cared — all they wanted to do was put as much space as
possible between them and that monster. They didn’t stop running until they reached the portrait
of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.
“Where on earth have you all been?” she asked, looking at their bathrobes hanging off their
shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces.
“Never mind that —
pig snout, pig snout,” panted Harry, and the portrait swung forward. They
scrambled into the common room and collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.
It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked as if he’d never speak
again.
“What do they think they’re doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?” said Ron
finally. “If
any dog needs exercise, that one does.”
Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. “You don’t use your eyes, any
of you, do you?” she snapped. “Didn’t you see what it was standing on?”
“The floor?” Harry suggested. “I wasn’t looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads.”
“No,
not
the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It’s obviously guarding something.”
She stood up, glaring at them.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
Ron stared after her, his mouth open.
“No, we don’t mind,” he said. “You’d
think we dragged her along, wouldn’t you.”
But Hermione had given Harry something else to think about as he climbed back into bed. The
dog was guarding something… What had Hagrid said? Gringotts was the safest place in the
world for something you wanted to hide — except perhaps Hogwarts.
It looked as though Harry had found out where the grubby little package from vault seven
hundred and thirteen was.
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