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preferred his meat bloody ever since he had been attacked by Greyback. While the knives

sliced behind her, her somewhat irritable expression softened.

"'Arry, you ."

This was not, strictly speaking, true, but Harry decided against reminding her that

Gabrielle had never been in real danger.

"Anyway," Fleur went on, pointing her want at a pot of sauce on the stove, which began

to bubble at once, "Mr. Ollivander leaves for Muriel's zis evening. Zat will make zings

easier. Ze goblin," she scowled a little at the mention of him, "can move downstairs, and

you, Ron, and Dean can take zat room."

"We don't mind sleeping in the living room," said Harry, who knew that Griphook would

thing poorly of having to sleep on the sofa; keeping Griphook happy was essential to

their plans. "Don't worry about us." And when she tried to protest he went on, "We'll be

off your hands soon too, Ron, Hermione, and I. We won't need to be here much longer."