"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!" as a great flaming chimaera bore down upon them. They fled through the billowing black smoke, hardly able to breathe: and all around them the last few objects unburned by the devouring flames were flung into the air, as the creatures of the cursed fire cast them high in celebration: cups and shields, a sparkling necklace, and an old, discoloured tiara —