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But this one was as big as an elm tree, and walking - walking seven yards to a stride, if it was an inch.’‘Then I bet it wasn’t an inch. What he saw was an elm tree, as like as not.’‘But this one was walking, I tell you; and there ain’t no elm tree on the North Moors.’‘Then Hal can’t have seen one,’ said Ted. There was some over the Sea, they are going into the West and leaving us,’ said Sam, half chanting the words, shaking his head sadly and solemnly. But Ted laughed.‘Well, that isn’t anything new, if you believe the old tales. And I don’t see what it matters to me or you. Let them sail! But I warrant you haven’t seen them doing it; nor any one else in the Shire.laughing and clapping: the audience seemed to think that Ted had scored a point.‘All the same,’ said Sam, ‘you can’t deny that others besides our Halfast have seen queer folk crossing the Shire - crossing it, mind you: there are more that are turned back at the borders. The Bounders have never been so busy before.‘And I’ve heard tell that Elves are moving west. They do say they are going to the harbours, out away beyond the White Towers.’ Sam waved his arm vaguely: neither he nor any of them knew how far it was to the Sea, past the old towers beyond the western borders of the Shire. But it was an old tradition that away over there stood the Grey Havens, from which at times elven-ships set sail, never to return.‘They are sailing, sailing, sailing

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Concerning Pipe-weed
There is another astonishing thing about Hobbits of old that must be mentioned, an astonishing habit: they imbibed or inhaled, through pipes of clay or wood, the smoke of the burning leaves of a herb, which they called pipe-weed or leaf, a variety probably of Nicotiana. A great deal of mystery surrounds the origin of this peculiar custom, or 'art' as the Hobbits preferred to call it. All that could be discovered about it in antiquity was put together by Meriadoc Brandybuck (later Master of Buckland), and since he and the tobacco of the about the year 1070 of Shire-reckoning. The best-grown still comes from that district, especially the varieties now known as Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby, and Southern Star.'How Old Toby came by the plant is not recorded, for to his dying day he would not tell. He knew Southfarthing play a part in the history that follows, his remarks in the introduction to his Herblore of the Shire may be quoted.‘This,' he says, 'is the one art that we can certainly claim to be our own invention. When Hobbits first began to smoke is not known, all the legends and family histories take it for granted; for ages folk in the Shire smoked various herbs, some fouler, some sweeter. But all accounts agree that Tobold Hornblower of Longbottom in the Southfarthing first grew the true pipe-weed in his in the days of Isengrim the Second,

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Terror washed over him as he lay on the floor, with that funeral drum pounding inside him. Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death. Yet it did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort. It was over, he knew it, and all that was left was the thing itself: dying.
would require a different kind of bravery. He felt his fingers trembling slightly and made an effort to control them, although no one could see him
　　　If he could only have died on that summer's night when he had left number four, Privet Drive, for the last time, when the noble phoenix feather wand had saved him! If he could only have died like Hedwig, so quickly he would not have known it had happened! Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved . . . He envied even his parents' deaths now. This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction

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HAGRID, NO!"

Harry forgot everything else: he sprinted out from under the cloak,

running bent double to avoid the curses illuminating the whole hall.

"HAGRID, COME BACK!"

But he was not even halfway to Hagrid when he saw it happen: Hagrid

vanished amongst the spiders, and with a great scurrying, a foul

swarming movement, they retreated under the onslaught of spells,

Hagrid buried in their midst.of the spider swarm, but as he made to chase after them, his way was impeded by a monumental foot, which swung down out of the darkness and made the ground on which he stood shudder. He looked up: A giant stood before him, twenty feet high, its head ihidden

"HAGRID!" Harry heard someone calling his own name, whether friend

or foe he did not care: He was springint down the front steps into

the dark grounds, and the spiders were swarming away with their

prey, and he could see nothing of Hagrid at all.

"HAGRID!"

He thought he could make out an enormous arm waving from the mdist

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So how come you three aren't with Voldemort?" asked Harry.

　　　"We're gonna be rewarded," said Crabbe. His voice was surprisingly soft for such an enormous person: Harry had hardly ever heard him speak before. Crabbe was speaking like a small child promised a large bag of sweets. "We ‘ung back, Potter. We decided not to go. Decided to bring you to ‘im."
　　　"I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden Things all last year," said Malfoy, his voice brittle. "I know how to get in." 　　　"We was hiding in the corridor outside," grunted Goyle. "We can do Diss-lusion Charms now! And then," his face split into a gormless grin, "you turned up right in front of us and said you was looking for a die-dum
　　　"Good plan," said Harry in mock admiration. He could not believe that he was this close, and was going to be thwarted by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. He began edging slowly backward toward the place where the Horcrux sat lopsided upon the bust. If he could just get his hands on it before the fight broke out . . .

"So how did you get in here?" he asked, trying to distract them.

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walked forward and took her place between the other two, Harry pulled the Cloak down as far as it would go, and together they turned on the spot into the crushing darkness.Harry's feet touched the road. He saw the achingly familiar Hogsmeade High Street: dark shop

fronts, and the mist line of black mountains beyond the village and the curve in the road ahead that

led off toward Hogwarts, and light spilling from the windows of the Three Broomsticks, and with a

lurch of the hear, he remembered with piercing accuracy, how he had landed here nearly a year before,

supporting a desperately weak Dumbledore, all this in a second, upon landing -- and then, even as he relaxed his grip upon Ron's and Hermione's arms, it happened.

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want to be over'eard."

Her dislike of the goblin sending her to deliver messages was clear; she looked irritable

as she walked back around the house.

Griphook was waiting for them, as Fleur had said, in the tiniest of the cottage's three
Gringotts will consider it base treachery, I have decided to help you --" "That's great!" said Harry, relief surging through him. "Griphook, thank you, we're really --" "-- in return," said the goblin firmly, "for payment.
bedrooms, in which Hermione and Luna slept by night. He had drawn the red cotton

curtains against the bright, cloudy sky, which gave the room a fiery glow at odds with the

rest of the airy, light cottage.

"I have reached my decision, Harry Potter," said the goblin, who was sitting cross-legged

in a low chair, drumming its arms with his spindly fingers. "Though the goblins of