aloft： Gregorovitch burst into the room at the end of the passage and his lantern illuminated what looked like a workshop； wood shavings and gold gleamed in the swinging pool of light； and there on the window ledge sat perched； like a giant bird； a young man with golden hair。 In the split second that the lantern's light illuminated him； Harry saw the delight upon his handsome face； then the intruder shot a Stunning Spell from his wand and jumped neatly backward out of the window with a crow of laughter。
And Harry was hurtling back out of those wide； tunnellike pupils and Gregorovitch's face was stricken with terror。
〃iWho was the thief； Gregorovitch？i〃 said the high cold voice。
〃iI do not know； I never knew； a young man … no … please … PLEASE！〃i
A scream that went on and on and then a burst of green light …
〃iHarry！i〃
He opened his eyes； panting； his forehead throbbing。 He had passed out against the side of the tent； had slid sideways down the canvas； and was sprawled on the ground。 He looked up at Hermione； whose bushy hair obscured the tiny patch of sky visible through the dark branches high above them。
〃Dream；〃 he said； sitting up quickly and attempting to meet Hermione's glower with a look of innocence。 〃Must've dozed off； sorry。〃
〃I know it was your scar！ I can tell by the look on your face！ You were looking into Vol …〃
〃Don't say his name！〃 came Ron's angry voice from the depths of the tent。
〃iFinei；〃 retorted Hermione； 〃iYou…Know…Whoi's mind； then！〃 〃I didn't mean it to happen！〃 Harry said。 〃It was a dream！ Can iyoui control what you dream about； Hermione？〃
〃If you just learned to apply Occlumency …〃
But Harry was not interested in being told off； he wanted to discuss what he had just seen。
〃He's found Gregorovitch； Hermione； and I think he's killed him； but before he killed him he read Gregorovitch's mind and I saw …〃
〃I think I'd better take over the watch if you're so tired you're falling sleep；〃 said Hermione coldly。
〃I can finish the watch！〃
〃No； you're obviously exhausted。 Go and lie down。〃
She dropped down in the mouth of the tent； looking stubborn。 Angry； but wishing to avoid a row； Harry ducked back inside。
Ron's still…pale face was poking out from the lower bunk； Harry climbed into the one above him； lay down； and looked up at the dark canvas ceiling。 After several moments； Ron spoke in a voice so low that it would not carry to Hermione； huddle in the entrance。
〃What's You…Know…Who doing？〃
Harry screwed up his eyes in the effort to remember every detail； then whispered into the darkness。
〃He found Gregorovitch。 He had him tied up； he was torturing him。〃 〃How's Gregorovitch supposed to make him a new wand if he's tied up？〃
〃I dunno。 。 。 。 It's weird； isn't it？〃
Harry closed his eyes； thinking of all that he had seen and heard。 The more he recalled； the less sense it made。 。 。 。 Voldemort had said nothing about Harry's wand； nothing about the twin cores； nothing about Gregorovitch making a new and more powerful wand to beat Harry's。 。 。 。
〃He wanted something from Gregorovitch；〃 Harry said； eyes still closed tight。 〃He asked him to hand it over； but Gregorovitch said it had been stolen from him 。 。 。 and then 。 。 。 then 。 。 。〃
He remembered how he； as Voldemort； had seemed to hurtle through Gregorovitch's eyes； into his memories。 。 。 。
〃He read Gregorovitch's mind； and I saw this young bloke perched on a windowsill； and he fired a curse at Gregorovitch and jumped out of sight。 He stole it； he stole whatever You…Know…Who's after。 And I 。 。 。 I think I've seen him somewhere。 。 。 。〃
Harry wished he could have another glimpse of the laughing boy's face。 The theft had happened many years ago； according to Gregorovitch。 Why did the young thief look familiar？
The noises of the surrounding woods were muffled inside the tent； all Harry could hear was Ron's breathing。 After a while； Ron whispered； 〃Couldn't you see what the thief was holding？〃
〃No 。 。 。 it must've been something small。〃
〃Harry？〃
The wooden slats of Ron's bunk creaked as he repositioned himself in bed。
〃Harry； you don't reckon You…Know…Who's after something else to turn into a Horcrux？〃
〃I don't know；〃 said Harry slowly。 〃Maybe。 But wouldn't it be dangerous for him to make another one？ Didn't Hermione say he had pushed his soul to the limit already？〃
〃Yeah； but maybe he doesn't know that。〃
〃Yeah 。 。 。maybe；〃 said Harry。
He had been sure that Voldemort had been looking for a way around the problem of the twin cores； sure that Voldemort sought a solution from the old wandmaker 。 。 。 and yet he had killed him； apparently without asking him a single question about wandlore。
What was Voldemort trying to find？ Why； with the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding world at his feet； was he far away； intent on the pursuit of an object that Gregorovitch had once owned； and which had been stolen by the unknown thief？
Harry could still see the blond…haired youth's face； it was merry； wild； there was a Fred and George…ish air of triumphant trickery about him。 He had soared from the windowsill like a bird； and Harry had seen him before； but he could not think where。 。 。 。
With Gregorovitch dead； it was the merry…faced thief who was in danger now； and it was on him that Harry's thoughts dwelled； as Ron's snores began to rumble from the lower bunk and as he himself drifted slowly into sleep once more。
pC0=〃Chapter Fifteen： The Goblin's Revenge〃
bChapter Fifteen
iThe Goblin's Revengeib
Early next morning； before the other two were awake； Harry left the tent to search the woods around them for the oldest； most gnarled； and resilient…looking tree he could find。 There in its shadows he buried Mad…Eye Moody's eye and marked the spot by gouging a small cross in the bark with his wand。 It was not much； but Harry felt that Mad…Eye would have much preferred this to being stuck on Dolores Umbridge's door。 Then he returned to the tent to wait for the others to wake； and discuss what they were going to do next。
Harry and Hermione felt that it was best not to stay anywhere too long； and Ron agreed； wit the sole proviso that their next move took them within reach of a bacon sandwich。 Hermione therefore removed the enchantments she had placed around the clearing； while Harry and Ron obliterated all the marks and impressions on the ground that might show they had camped there。 Then they Disapparated to the outskirts of a small market town。
Once they had pitched the tent in the shelter of a small copse of trees and surrounded it with freshly cast defensive enchantments。 Harry ventured out under the Invisibility Cloak to find sustenance。 This； however； did not go as planned。 He had barely entered the town when an unnatural chill； a descending mist； and a sudden darkening of the skies made him freeze where he stood。
〃But you can make a brilliant Patronus！〃 protested Ron； when Harry arrived back at the tent empty handed； out of breath； and mouthing the single word； dementors。
〃I couldn't 。 。 。 make one。〃 he panted； clutching the stitch in his side。 〃Wouldn't 。 。 。 e。〃
Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel ashamed。 It had been a nightmarish experience； seeing the dementors gliding out of the must in