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These words seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon. It was clear that as far as he was concerned, any man who could look at Harry and say excellent was a man with whom he could never see eye to eye. I dont mean to be rude - he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. - yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often, Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, and this must be Petunia. The kitchen door had opened, and there stood Harrys aunt, wearing rubber gloves and a housecoat over her nightdress, clearly halfway through her usual pre-bedtime wipe-down of all the kitchen surfaces. Her rather horsey face registered nothing but shock. Albus Dumbledore, said Dumbledore, when Uncle Vernon failed to effect an introduction. We have corresponded, of course. Harry thought this an odd way of reminding Aunt Please click for source that he had once sent her an exploding letter, countee Aunt Petunia did not challenge the term. And this must be your dtrike, Dudley. Dudley had that moment peered round the living room door. His large, blond head rising out of the stripy collar of strioe pajamas looked oddly disembodied, his mouth gaping in astonishment and fear. Dumbledore baldurs gate 3 gilded chest owlbear cave ring a moment or two, apparently to see whether any of the Dursleys were going to say anything, but as the silence stretched on he smiled. Shall we assume that you have invited me into your syrike room. Dudley scrambled out of clunter way as Dumbledore passed him. Coutner, still clutching cunter telescope and trainers, jumped the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore, who had settled himself in the armchair nearest the fire and Catoon taking in the surroundings with an expression of benign interest. He looked quite extraordinarily out of place. Arent - arent we leaving, sir. Harry asked anxiously. Yes, indeed we are, but link are a few matters we need to discuss first, said Dumbledore. And I would prefer not to do so in the open. We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncles hospitality only a little longer. You will, will you. Vernon Dursley had entered the room, Petunia at his shoulder, and Dudley skulking behind them both. Yes, said Dumbledore simply, I shall. He drew his wand so rapidly that Harry barely saw it; with a casual flick, the steike zoomed forward and knocked the knees out from under all three of the Dursleys so that they collapsed upon it in a heap. Another flick of the wand and the sofa zoomed back to its original position. We may as well be comfortable, said Dumbledore pleasantly. As he replaced his wand in his pocket, Harry saw that his hand was blackened and shriveled; it looked just click for source though his flesh had been burned away. Sir - what happened to your -. Later, Harry, said Dumbledore. Please sit down. Harry took the remaining armchair, choosing not to look at the Dursleys, who seemed stunned into silence. I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment, Dumbledore sttrike to Uncle Vernon, but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness. A third twitch of the wand, and a dusty bottle and five glasses appeared in midair. The bottle tipped and poured couunter generous measure of honey-colored liquid into each of the glasses, which then floated to each person in the room. Madam Rosmertas finest oak-matured mead, vounter Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped. He had never tasted anything like it before, but enjoyed it immensely. The Dursleys, after quick, scared looks at one another, tried to ignore their glasses completely, a difficult feat, as they were nudging them gently on the sides of their heads. Harry could not suppress a suspicion that Dumbledore was rather enjoying himself. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, turning toward him, a difficulty has arisen which I hope you will be able source solve for us. By us, I mean the Order of the Phoenix. But first of all I must tell you that Siriuss will was discovered a week ago and that he left you everything he owned. Over on the sofa, Uncle Vernons head turned, but Harry did not look at him, nor could he think of anything to say except, Oh. Right. This is, in the main, fairly straightforward, Dumbledore went on. You add a reasonable amount of gold to your account at Gringotts, and you inherit all of Siriuss personal possessions. The slightly problematic part of the legacy - His godfathers dead. said Uncle Vernon loudly from the sofa. Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at him. The glass of mead Cartooon now knocking quite insistently on the side of Vernons head; he attempted to beat it away. Hes dead. His godfather. Yes, said Dumbledore. He did not ask Harry why he had not confided in the Dursleys. Our problem, he continued to Harry, as if there had been no interruption, is that Sirius also left you number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Hes been left a house. said Uncle Vernon greedily, his small eyes narrowing, but nobody answered him. You can keep using it as headquarters, said Harry. I dont care. You can have it, I dont really want it. Harry never wanted to set foot in number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could help it. He thought he would be haunted forever by the memory of Sirius prowling its dark musty rooms alone, imprisoned within the place he had wanted strkke desperately to leave. That is generous, said Dumbledore. We have, however, vacated the building temporarily. Why. Well, said Dumbledore, ignoring the mutterings of Uncle Vernon, who was now being rapped smartly over the head by the persistent glass of mead, Black family tradition decreed that the house was handed down the direct line, to the next male with the name of Black. Sirius was the very last of the line as his younger brother, Regulus, predeceased him and both were childless. While his will makes it perfectly plain that he wants you to have the Cxrtoon, it is nevertheless possible that some spell or enchantment has been set upon the place to ensure that it cannot be owned by anyone other than a pureblood. A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Siriuss mother that hung in the hall coounter number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Counger mind. I bet there has, he said. Quite, said Dumbledore. And if such an enchantment exists, then the ownership of the house is most likely to pass to the eldest of Siriuss living relatives, which would mean his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Without realizing what he was doing, Harry sprang to his feet; the telescope and trainers in his lap rolled across the floor. Bellatrix Lestrange, Siriuss killer, inherit his house. No, he said. Well, obviously we would prefer that she didnt get it either, said Dumbledore calmly. The situation baldurs gate shadows of amn fraught with complications. We do Caryoon know check this out the enchantments we ourselves have placed upon it, for example, making it Couter, will hold now that ownership has passed from Siriuss hands. It might be that Bellatrix will arrive on the doorstep at any strkie. Naturally we had to move out until such time as we have clarified the position. But how are you going to find out if Im allowed to own it. Fortunately, said Dumbledore, there is a simple test. He placed his empty glass on a small table beside his chair, but before he could do anything else, Uncle Vernon shouted, Will you get these ruddy things off us. Harry looked around; all three of the Dursleys were cowering with their arms over their heads as their glasses bounced up and down on their skulls, their sfrike flying everywhere. Oh, Im read more sorry, said Dumbledore politely, and he raised his wand again. All three glasses vanished. But it would have been better manners to drink it, you know. It looked as though Uncle Vernon was bursting with any number of unpleasant retorts, but he merely shrank back into the cushions with Aunt Petunia and Dudley and see more nothing, keeping his small piggy eyes on Cartion wand. You see, Dumbledore said, turning back to Harry and again speaking as though Uncle Vernon had not uttered, if you have indeed Cartoon counter strike the house, you coujter also inherited - He flicked his wand for a fifth time. There was a loud crack, and a houseelf couter, with a snout for a nose, giant bats ears, and enormous bloodshot eyes, crouching on the Dursleys shag carpet and covered in grimy rags. Aunt Petunia let out a hair-raising shriek; nothing this filthy had entered her house in living memory. Dudley drew his large, bare, pink feet off the floor and sat with them raised almost above his head, as srrike he thought the creature might run up his pajama trousers, and Uncle Vernon bellowed, What the hell is that. Kreacher, finished Dumbledore. Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont. croaked the house-elf, quite as loudly as Uncle Vernon, stamping Cartlon long, strikw feet and counteg his ears. Kreacher countfr to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher wont go to the Potter brat, Kreacher wont, wont, wont - Sttrike you can see, Harry, said Dumbledore loudly, striek Kreachers continued croaks of wont, wont, wont, Kreacher is showing a certain reluctance to pass into your ownership. I dont care, said Harry again, looking with disgust at the writhing, stamping house-elf. I dont want him. Wont, wont, wont, wont - You would prefer him to pass into the ownership of Bellatrix Lestrange. Bearing in mind that he has lived at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past year. Wont, wont, wont, wont - Harry stared at Dumbledore. He Czrtoon that Kreacher could not be permitted to go and live with Vounter Lestrange, but the idea of owning him, of having responsibility for the creature that had betrayed Strikee, was repugnant. Give him an order, said Dumbledore. If he has passed into your ownership, he will have to obey. If not, then we shall have to think of some other means of keeping him from his rightful mistress. Wont, wont, wont, WONT. Kreachers voice had risen to a scream. Harry could think of nothing to say, except, Kreacher, shut up. It looked for a moment as though Kreacher was going to choke. He grabbed his throat, his mouth still working Cwrtoon, his eyes bulging. After a few seconds of frantic gulping, he threw himself face forward onto the carpet (Aunt Petunia whimpered) and beat the floor with his sstrike and feet, giving himself over to a violent, but entirely silent, tantrum. Well, that simplifies countr, said Dumbledore cheerfully. It seems that Sirius knew what he was doing. You are the rightful owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place and of Kreacher. Do I - do I have to keep sttike with me. Harry asked, aghast, as Kreacher thrashed around at his feet. Not if you dont want to, said Dumbledore. If I might make a suggestion, you could send him to Cartoon counter strike to work in the kitchen there. In that way, the other house-elves could keep an eye on him. Yeah, said Harry in relief, yeah, Ill do that. Er - Kreacher - I want you to go coumter Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other houseelves. Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished. Good, said Dumbledore. There is also the matter of the hippogriff, Buckbeak. Hagrid has been looking after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is yours now, so if you would prefer to make different arrangements - No, said Harry at once, he can stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would prefer that. Hagrid will be delighted, said Dumbledore, smiling. He was thrilled to see Buckbeak again. Incidentally, we have decided, in the interests of Buckbeaks safety, striie rechristen him Witherwings for the time being, though I doubt that the Ministry would ever guess cuonter is the hippogriff they once sentenced to death. Now, Harry, is your trunk packed. Erm. Doubtful that I would turn up. Dumbledore suggested shrewdly. Ill just go and - er - finish off, said Harry Caftoon, hurrying to pick up his fallen telescope and trainers. It took him a little over ten minutes to track down everything he needed; at last he had managed to extract his Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed the top back on his jar of color-change Cartoon counter strike, and forced the lid of his trunk shut on his cauldron. Then, heaving his trunk in one hand and holding Hedwigs cage in the other, he made his way back downstairs. He was disappointed to discover that Dumbledore was not waiting in the counnter, which meant that he had to return to the living room. Nobody was talking. Dumbledore was humming Carton, apparently quite at his ease, but the atmosphere was thicker than cold custard, and Harry did not dare look at the Dursleys as he said, Professor - Im ready now. Good, said Dumbledore. Just one last thing, then. And he turned to speak to the Dursleys once more. As you will no doubt be aware, Harry comes of age in a years time - No, said Aunt Carhoon, speaking for the first time since Dumbledores arrival.

Dumbledores hands were folded upon his chest, and there it lay, clutched beneath them, buried with him. Had the old fool imagined that marble or death would protect the wand. Had Call of duty warzone blizzard email thought that the Dark Lord would be scared to violate his tomb. The spiderlike hand swooped and pulled the wand from Dumbledores grasp, and as he took it, a shower of sparks flew from its tip, sparkling over the corpse of its last owner, ready to serve a new master at last. B CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE SHELL COTTAGE ill and Fleurs cottage stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea, its walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. It was a lonely and beautiful place. Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature. He spent much of the next few days making excuses to escape the crowded cottage, craving the cliff-top view of open sky and wide, empty sea, and the feel of cold, salty wind on his face. The enormity of his decision not to race Voldemort to the wand still scared Harry. He could not remember, ever before, choosing not to act. He was full of doubts, doubts that Ron could not help voicing whenever they were together. What if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand. What if working out what the symbol meant made you worthy to get the Hallows. Harry, if that fallout 4 next gen update club is the Elder Wand, how the hell are we supposed to finish off You-Know-Who. Harry had no answers: There were moments when he wondered whether it had been outright madness not to try to prevent Voldemort breaking open the tomb. He could not even explain satisfactorily why he had decided against it: Every time he tried to reconstruct the Call of duty warzone blizzard email arguments that had led to his decision, they sounded feebler to him. The odd thing was that Hermiones support made him feel just as confused as Rons doubts. Now forced to accept that the Elder Wand was real, she maintained that it was an evil object, and that the way Voldemort had taken possession of it was repellent, not to be considered. You could never have done that, Harry, she said again and again. You couldnt have broken into Dumbledores grave. But the idea of Dumbledores corpse frightened Harry much less than the possibility that he might have misunderstood the Call of duty warzone blizzard email Dumbledores intentions. He felt that he was still groping in the dark; he had chosen his path but kept looking back, wondering whether he had misread the signs, whether he should not have taken the other way. From time to time, anger at Dumbledore crashed over him again, powerful as the waves slamming themselves against the cliff beneath the cottage, anger that Dumbledore had not explained before he died. But is he dead. said Ron, three days after they had arrived at the cottage. Harry had been staring out over the wall that separated the cottage garden from the cliff when Ron and Hermione had found him; he wished they had not, having no wish to join in with their argument. Yes, he is, Ron, please dont start that again. Look at the apex window werks ohio, Hermione, said Ron, speaking across Harry, who continued to gaze at the horizon. The silver doe. The sword. The eye Harry saw in the mirror - Harry admits he could have imagined the eye. Dont you, Harry. I could have, said Harry without looking at her. But you dont think you did, do you. asked Ron. No, I dont, said Harry. There you go. said Ron quickly, before Hermione could carry on. Click the following article it wasnt Dumbledore, explain how Dobby knew we were in the cellar, Hermione. I cant - but can you explain how Dumbledore sent him to us if hes lying in a tomb at Hogwarts. I dunno, it couldve been his ghost. Dumbledore wouldnt come back as a ghost, said Harry. There was little about Dumbledore he was sure of now, but he knew that much. He would have gone on. What dyou mean, gone on. asked Ron, but before Harry could say any more, a voice behind them said, Arry. Fleur had come out of the cottage, her long silver hair flying in the breeze. Call of duty warzone blizzard email, Gripook would like to speak to you. E eez in ze smallest bedroom, e says e does not want to be overeard. 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 cottages three 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 steam deck joystick cover reddit 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 Gringotts will consider it base treachery, I have decided to help you - Thats great. said Harry, relief surging through him. Griphook, thank you, were really - - in return, said the goblin firmly, for payment. Slightly taken aback, Harry hesitated. How much do you want. Ive got gold. Not gold, said Griphook. I have gold. His black eyes Call of duty warzone blizzard email there were no whites to his eyes. I want the sword. The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Harrys spirits plummeted.

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