[His hand tightened on the guy's shoulder, giving what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.]


It's magic. I canny see anythin but ye sittin in th'dirt. Th'maze's makin some people see things. Seems like they're either memories or nightmares. It's no' real mate. She's no' there. Here, come wi' me? If we leave, she'll disappear.


[Harry didn't really think the man would come with him, but he had to try.]