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I dunno. Hogwarts without Dumbledore. He gulped and disappeared behind his handkerchief once more, and there was silence. Very well, said Professor McGonagall, glancing out of the window at the grounds, checking to see whether the Minister was yet approaching, then I must agree with Filius that the right thing to do is to consult the governors, who will make the final decision. Now, as to getting students home. there is an argument for doing it sooner rather than later. We could arrange for the Hogwarts Express to come tomorrow if necessary - What about Dumbledores funeral. said Harry, speaking at last. Well. said Professor McGonagall, losing a little of her briskness as her voice shook. I - I know that it was Dumbledores wish to be laid to rest here, at Hogwarts - Then thats whatll happen, isnt it. said Harry fiercely. If the Ministry thinks it appropriate, said Professor McGonagall. No other headmaster or headmistress has ever been - No other headmaster or headmistress ever gave more to this school, growled Hagrid. Hogwarts should be Dumbledores final resting place, said Professor Flitwick. Absolutely, said Professor Sprout. And in that case, said Harry, you shouldnt send the students home until the funerals over. Theyll want to say - The last word caught in his throat, but Professor Sprout completed the sentence for him. Good-bye. Well said, squeaked Professor Flitwick. Well said indeed. Our students should pay tribute, it is fitting. We can arrange transport home afterward. Seconded, barked Professor Sprout. I suppose. yes. said Slughorn in a rather agitated voice, while Hagrid let out a strangled sob of assent. Hes coming, said Professor McGonagall suddenly, gazing down into the grounds. The Minister. and by the looks of it, hes brought a delegation. Can I leave, Professor. said Harry at once. He had no desire at all to see, or be interrogated by, Rufus Scrimgeour tonight. You may, said Professor McGonagall. And quickly. She strode toward the door and held it open for him. He sped down the spiral staircase and off along the deserted corridor; he had left his Invisibility Cloak at the top of the Astronomy Tower, but it did not matter; there was nobody in the corridors to see him starbase orion, not even Filch, Mrs. Norris, or Peeves. He did not meet another soul until he turned into the passage leading to the Gryffindor common room. Is it true. whispered the Fat Lady as he approached her. It is really true. Dumbledore - dead. Yes, said Harry. She let out a wail and, without waiting for the password, swung forward to admit him. As Harry had suspected it would be, the common room was jam-packed. The room fell silent as he climbed through the portrait hole. He saw Dean and Seamus sitting in a group nearby: This meant that the dormitory must be empty, or nearly so. Without speaking to anybody, without making eye contact at all, Harry walked straight across the room and through the door to the boys dormitories. As he had hoped, Ron was waiting for him, still fully dressed, sitting on his bed. Harry sat down on his own four-poster and for a moment, they simply stared at each other. Theyre talking about closing the school, said Harry. Lupin said they would, said Ron. There was a pause. said Ron in a very low voice, as though he thought the furniture might be listening in. Did you find one. Did you get it. A - a Horcrux. Harry shook his head. All that had taken place around that black lake seemed like an old nightmare now; had it really happened, and only hours ago. You didnt get it. said Ron, looking crestfallen. It wasnt there. No, said Harry. Someone had already taken it and left a fake in its place. Already taken -. Wordlessly, Harry pulled the fake locket from his pocket, opened it, and passed it to Ron. The full story could wait. It did not matter tonight. nothing mattered except the end, the end of their pointless adventure, the end of Dumbledores life.whispered Ron, but who was that. Dunno, said Harry, lying back on his bed fully pc empires forge of and staring blankly upwards. He felt no curiosity at all about R. : He doubted that he would ever feel curious again. As he lay there, he became aware suddenly that the grounds were silent. Fawkes had stopped singing. And he knew, without knowing how he knew it, that the phoenix had gone, had left Hogwarts for good, just as Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world. had left Harry. A CHAPTER THIRTY THE WHITE TOMB ll lessons were suspended, all examinations postponed. Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts by their parents over the next couple of days - the Patil twins were gone before breakfast on the morning following Dumbledores death, and Zacharias Smith was escorted from the castle by his haughty-looking father. Seamus Finnigan, on the other hand, refused point-blank to accompany his mother home; they had a shouting match in the entrance hall that was resolved when she agreed that he could remain behind for the funeral. She had difficulty in finding a bed in Hogsmeade, Seamus told Harry and Ron, for wizards and witches were pouring into the village, preparing to pay their last respects to Dumbledore. Some excitement was caused among the younger students, who had never seen it before, when a powder-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen giant winged palominos, came soaring out of the sky in the late afternoon before the funeral and landed on the edge of the forest. Harry watched from a window as a gigantic and handsome olive-skinned, blackhaired woman descended the carriage steps and threw herself into the waiting Hagrids arms. Meanwhile a delegation of Ministry officials, including the Minister of Magic himself, was being accommodated within the castle. Harry was diligently avoiding contact with any of them; he was sure that, sooner or later, he would be asked again to account for Dumbledores last excursion from Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were spending all of their time together. The beautiful weather seemed to mock them; Harry could imagine how it would have been if Dumbledore had not died, and they had had this time together at the very end of the year, Ginnys examinations finished, the pressure of homework lifted. and hour by hour, he put off saying the thing that he knew he must say, doing what he knew was right to do, because it was too hard to forgo his best source of comfort. They visited the hospital wing twice a day: Neville had been discharged, but Bill remained under Madam Pomfreys care. His steam disco were as bad as ever - in truth, he now bore a distinct resemblance to Mad-Eye Moody, though thankfully with both eyes and legs - but in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great liking for very rare steaks. so steamun ees lucky e is marrying me, said Fleur happily, plumping up Bills pillows, because ze British overcook their meat, I ave always said this. I Coc bh7 Im just going to have to accept that he really is going to marry her, sighed Ginny later that evening, as she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat beside the open window of the Gryffindor common room, looking out over the twilit grounds. Shes not that bad, said Harry. Ugly, though, he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle. Well, I suppose if Mum can stand it, I can. Anyone else we know died. Ron asked Hermione, who was perusing the Evening Prophet. Hermione winced at the forced toughness in his voice. No, she said reprovingly, folding up the newspaper. Theyre still looking for Snape but no sign. Of course there isnt, said Harry, who became angry every time this subject cropped up. They wont find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as theyve never managed to do that in all this time. Im going to go to bed, yawned Ginny. I havent been sleeping that well since. well. I could do with some sleep. She kissed Harry (Ron looked away pointedly), waved at the other two, and departed for the girls dormitories. The moment the door had closed behind her, Hermione leaned forward toward Harry with a most Hermione-ish look on her face. Harry, I found something out this morning, in the library. said Harry, sitting up straight. He did not feel the way he had so often felt before, excited, curious, burning to get to the bottom of a mystery; he simply knew that the task of discovering the truth about the real Horcrux had to be completed before he could move a little farther along the dark and winding click stretching ahead of him, the path that he and Dumbledore had set out upon together, and which he now knew he would have to journey alone. There might still be as many as four Horcruxes out there somewhere, and each would need to be found and eliminated before there was even a possibility that Coc bh7 could be killed. He kept reciting their names to himself, as though by listing them he could bring them within reach: the locket. the cup. the snake. something of Gryffindors or Ravenclaws. the locket. the cup. the snake. something of Gryffindors or Ravenclaws. This mantra seemed to pulse through Harrys mind as he fell asleep at night, and his dreams were thick efootball 2022 cups, lockets, and mysterious objects that he could not quite reach, though Dumbledore helpfully offered Harry a Coc bh7 ladder that turned to snakes the moment he began to climb. He had shown Hermione the note inside the locket the morning after Dumbledores death, and although she had not immediately recognized the initials as belonging to some obscure wizard about whom she had been reading, she had since been rushing off to the library a little more often than was strictly necessary for pc games who had no homework to do. No, she said sadly, Ive been trying, Harry, but I havent found anything. There are a couple of reasonably well-known wizards with those initials - Rosalind Antigone Bungs. Rupert Axebanger Brookstanton. but they dont seem to fit at all. Judging by that note, the person who stole the Horcrux knew Voldemort, and I cant find a shred of evidence that Bungs or Axebanger ever had anything to do with him. No, actually, its about. well, Snape. She looked nervous even saying the name again. What about him. asked Harry heavily, slumping back in his chair. Well, its just that I was sort of right about the Half-Blood Prince business, she said tentatively. Dyou have to rub it in, Hermione. How dyou think I feel about that now. No - no - Harry, I didnt mean that. she said hastily, looking around to check that they were not being overheard. Its just that I was right about Eileen Prince once owning the book. You see. she was Snapes mother. I thought she wasnt much of a looker, said Ron. Hermione ignored him. I was going through the rest of the old Prophets and there was a tiny announcement about Eileen Prince marrying a man called Tobias Snape, and then later an announcement saying that shed given birth to a - - murderer, spat Harry. Well. yes, said Hermione. So. I was sort of right. Snape must have been proud of being half a Prince, you see. Tobias Snape was a Muggle from what it said in the Prophet. Yeah, that fits, said Harry. Hed play up the pure-blood side so he could get in with Lucius Strategy fundraising and the rest of them. Hes just like Voldemort. Pure-blood mother, Muggle father. ashamed of his parentage, trying to make himself feared using the Dark Arts, gave himself an impressive new name - Lord Voldemort - the Half-Blood Prince - how could Dumbledore have missed -. He broke off, looking out the window. He could not stop himself dwelling upon Dumbledores inexcusable trust in Snape. but as Hermione had just inadvertently continue reading him, he, Harry, had been taken in just the same. In spite of the increasing nastiness of those scribbled spells, he had refused to believe ill of the boy who had been so clever, who had helped him so much. Helped him. it was an almost unendurable thought now. I still dont get why he didnt turn you in for using that book, said Ron. He mustve known where you were getting it all from. He knew, said Harry bitterly. He knew when I used Sectumsempra. He didnt really need Legilimency. He might even have known before then, with Slughorn talking about how brilliant I was at Potions. Shouldnt have left his old book in the bottom of that cupboard, should he. But why didnt he turn you in. I dont think he wanted to associate himself with that book, said Hermione. I dont think Dumbledore would have liked it very much if hed known. And even if Snape source it hadnt been his, Slughorn would have recognized his writing at once. Anyway, the book was left in Snapes old classroom, and Ill bet Dumbledore knew his mother was called Prince. I shouldve shown the book to Dumbledore, said Harry. 4 download for android that time he was showing me how Voldemort was evil even when he was at school, and I had proof Snape was too - Evil is a strong word, said Hermione quietly. You were the one who kept telling me the book was dangerous. Im trying to say, Harry, that youre putting too much blame on yourself. I thought the Prince seemed to have a nasty sense of humor, but I would never have guessed he was a potential killer. None of us couldve guessed Snape would. you know, said Ron. Silence fell between them, each of them lost in their own thoughts, but Harry was sure that they, like him, were thinking about the following morning, when Dumbledores body would be laid to rest. He had never attended a funeral before; there had been no body to bury when Sirius had died. He did not know what to expect and continue reading a little worried about what he might see, about how he would feel. He wondered whether Dumbledores death would be more real to him once it was over. Though he had moments when the horrible fact of it threatened to overwhelm him, there were blank stretches of numbness where, despite the fact that nobody was talking about anything else in the whole castle, he still found it difficult to believe that Dumbledore had really gone. Admittedly he had not, as he had with Sirius, looked desperately for some kind of loophole, some way that Dumbledore would come back. He felt in his pocket for the cold chain of the fake Horcrux, which he now carried with him everywhere, not as a talisman, but as a reminder of what it had cost and what remained still to do. Harry rose early to pack the next day; the Hogwarts Express would be leaving an hour after the funeral. Downstairs, he found the mood th7 coc the Great Hall subdued. Everybody was wearing their dress robes and no one seemed very hungry. Professor McGonagall had left the thronelike chair in the middle of the staff table empty. Hagrids chair was deserted too; Harry thought that perhaps he had not been able to learn more here breakfast, but Snapes place had been unceremoniously filled by Rufus Scrimgeour. Harry avoided his yellowish eyes as they scanned the Hall; Harry had the uncomfortable feeling that Scrimgeour was looking for him. Among Scrimgeours entourage Harry spotted the red hair and horn-rimmed glasses of Percy Weasley. Ron gave no sign that he was aware of Percy, apart from stabbing pieces of kipper with unwonted venom. Over at the Slytherin table Crabbe and Goyle were muttering together. Hulking boys though they were, they looked oddly lonely without the tall, pale figure of Malfoy between them, bossing them around. Harry had not spared Malfoy much thought. His animosity was all for Snape, but he had not forgotten the fear in Malfoys voice on that tower top, nor the fact that he had lowered his wand before the other Death Eaters arrived. Harry did not believe that Malfoy would have killed Dumbledore. He despised Malfoy still for his infatuation with the Dark Arts, but now the tiniest drop of pity mingled with his dislike. Where, Harry wondered, was Malfoy now, and what was Voldemort making him do under threat of killing click the following article and his parents. Harrys thoughts were interrupted by a nudge in the ribs from Ginny. Professor McGonagall had risen to her feet, and the mournful hum in the Hall died away at once. It is nearly time, she said. Please follow your Heads of Houses out into the grounds. Gryffindors, after me. They filed out from behind their benches in near silence. Harry glimpsed Slughorn at the head of the Slytherin column, wearing magnificent, long, emerald green robes embroidered with silver. He had never seen Professor Sprout, Head of the Hufflepuffs, looking so clean; there was not a single patch on her hat, and when they reached the entrance hall, they found Madam Pince standing beside Filch, she in a thick black veil that fell to her knees, he in an ancient black suit and tie reeking of mothballs. They were heading, as Harry saw when he stepped out onto the stone steps from the front doors, toward the lake. The warmth of the sun caressed his face as they followed Professor McGonagall in silence to the place where hundreds of chairs had been set out in rows. An aisle ran down the center of them: There was a marble table standing at the front, all chairs facing it. It was the most beautiful summers day. An extraordinary assortment of people had already settled into half of the chairs; shabby and smart, old and young. Most Harry did not recognize, but a few he did, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt; Mad-Eye Moody; Tonks, her hair miraculously returned to vividest pink; Remus Lupin, with whom she seemed to be holding hands; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; Bill supported by Fleur and followed by Fred and George, who were wearing jackets of black dragon skin. Then there was Madame Maxime, who took up two and a half chairs on her own; Tom, the landlord of the Leaky Cauldron in London; Arabella Figg, Harrys Squib neighbor; the hairy bass player from the Wizarding group the Weird Sisters; Ernie Prang, driver of the Knight Bus; Madam Malkin, of the robe shop in Diagon Alley; and some people whom Harry merely knew by sight, such as the barman of the Hogs Head learn more here the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express. The castle ghosts were there too, barely visible in the bright sunlight, discernible only when they moved, shimmering insubstantially on the gleaming air. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny filed into seats at the end of a row beside the lake. People were whispering to each other; it sounded like a breeze in the grass, but the birdsong was louder by far. The crowd continued to swell; with a great rush of affection for both of them, Harry saw Neville being helped into a seat by Luna. Neville and Luna alone of the D. had responded to Hermiones summons the night that Dumbledore had died, and Harry knew why: They were the ones who had missed the D. most. probably the ones who had checked their coins regularly in the hope that there would be another meeting. Cornelius Fudge walked past toward the front rows, his expression miserable, twirling his green bowler hat as usual; Harry next recognized Rita Skeeter, who, he was infuriated to see, had a notebook clutched in her redtaloned hand, and then, with a worse jolt of fury, Dolores Umbridge, an unconvincing expression of grief upon her toadlike face, a black velvet bow set atop her iron-colored curls. At the sight of the centaur Firenze, who was standing read article a sentinel near the waters edge, she gave a start and scurried hastily into a seat a good distance away. The staff was seated article source last. Harry could see Scrimgeour looking grave and dignified in the front row with Professor McGonagall. He wondered whether Scrimgeour or any of these important people were really sorry that Dumbledore was dead. But then he heard music, strange, otherworldly music, and he forgot his dislike of the Ministry in looking around for the source of it. He was not the only one: Many heads were Coc bh7, searching, a little alarmed. In there, whispered Ginny in Harrys ear. And he saw them in the clear green sunlit water, inches below the surface, reminding him horribly of the Inferi: a chorus of merpeople singing in a strange language he did not understand, their pallid faces rippling, their purplish hair flowing all around them. The music made the hair on Harrys neck stand up, and yet it was not unpleasant. It spoke very clearly of loss and of despair.

But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere. said Harry. Please sit down, all three of you, said Dumbledore, as though Harry had not spoken. Everard and Dilys may not be back for several minutes. Professor McGonagall, if you could draw up extra chairs. Professor McGonagall pulled her wand from the pocket of her dressing gown and waved it; three chairs appeared out of thin air, straight-backed and wooden, quite unlike the comfortable chintz armchairs that Dumbledore had conjured back at Harrys hearing. Harry sat down, watching Dumbledore over his shoulder. Dumbledore was now stroking Fawkess plumed golden head with one finger. The phoenix awoke immediately. He stretched his beautiful head high and observed Dumbledore through bright, dark eyes. We will need, said Dumbledore very quietly to the bird, a warning. There was a flash of fire and the phoenix had gone. Dumbledore now swooped down upon one of the fragile silver instruments whose function Harry had never known, carried it over to his desk, sat down facing them again, and tapped it gently with the tip of his wand. The instrument tinkled into life at once with rhythmic clinking noises. Tiny puffs of pale green smoke issued from the minuscule silver tube at the top. Dumbledore watched the smoke closely, his brow furrowed, and after a few seconds, the tiny puffs became a steady stream of smoke that thickened and coiled in the air. A serpents head grew out of the end of it, opening its mouth wide. Harry wondered whether the instrument was confirming his story: He looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a sign that he was right, but Dumbledore did not look up. Naturally, naturally, murmured Dumbledore apparently to himself, still observing the stream of smoke without the slightest sign of surprise. But in essence divided. Harry could make neither head nor tail of this question. The smoke serpent, however, split itself instantly into two snakes, both coiling and undulating in the dark air. With a look of grim satisfaction Dumbledore gave the instrument another gentle tap with his wand: The clinking noise slowed and died, and the smoke serpents grew faint, became a formless haze, and vanished. Dumbledore replaced the instrument upon its spindly little table; Harry saw many of the old headmasters in the portraits follow him with their eyes, then, realizing that Harry was watching them, hastily pretend to be sleeping again. Harry wanted to ask what the strange silver instrument was for, but before he could do so, there was a shout from the top of the wall to their right; the wizard called Everard had reappeared in his portrait, panting slightly. Dumbledore. What news. said Dumbledore at once. I yelled until someone came running, said the wizard, who was mopping his Best base for th10 on the curtain behind him, said Id heard something moving downstairs - they werent sure whether to believe me but went down to Best base for th10 - you know there are no portraits down there to watch from. Anyway, they carried him up a few minutes later. He doesnt look good, hes covered in blood, I ran along to Elfrida Craggs portrait to get a good view as they left - Good, said Dumbledore as Ron made a convulsive movement, I take it Dilys will have seen him arrive, then - And moments later, the silver-ringletted witch had reappeared in her picture too; she sank, coughing, into her armchair and said, Yes, theyve taken him to St. Mungos, Dumbledore. They carried him past under my portrait. He looks bad. Thank you, said Dumbledore. He looked around at Professor McGonagall. Minerva, I need you to go and wake the other Weasley children. Of course. Professor McGonagall got up and moved swiftly to the door; Harry cast a sideways glance at Opinion asphalt 8 download for pc can, who was now looking terrified. And Dumbledore - what about Molly. said Professor McGonagall, pausing at the door. That will be a job for Fawkes when he has finished keeping a lookout for anybody approaching, said Dumbledore. But she may already know. that excellent clock of hers. Harry knew Dumbledore was referring to the clock that told, not the time, but the whereabouts and conditions of the various Weasley family members, and with a pang he thought that Mr. Weasleys hand must, even now, be pointing at mortal peril. But it was very late. Mrs. Weasley was probably asleep, not watching the clock. And he felt cold as he remembered Mrs. Weasleys boggart turning into Mr. Weasleys lifeless body, his glasses askew, blood running down his face. But Mr. Weasley wasnt going to die. He couldnt. Dumbledore was now rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. He emerged from it carrying a blackened old kettle, which he placed carefully upon his desk. He raised his wand and murmured Portus; for a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light, then it quivered to a rest, as solidly black as ever. Dumbledore marched over to another portrait, this time of a clever-looking wizard with a pointed visit web page, who had been painted wearing the Slytherin colors of green and silver and was apparently sleeping so deeply that he could not hear Dumbledores Best base for th10 when he attempted to rouse Best base for th10. Phineas. Phineas. And now the subjects of the portraits lining the room were no longer pretending to be asleep; they were shifting around in their frames, the better to watch what was happening. When the clever-looking wizard continued to feign sleep, some of them shouted his name too. Phineas. Phineas. PHINEAS. He could not pretend any longer; he gave a theatrical jerk and opened his eyes wide. Did someone call. I need you to visit your other portrait see more, Phineas, said Dumbledore. Ive got another message. Visit my other portrait. said Phineas in a reedy voice, giving a long, fake yawn (his eyes traveling around the room and focusing upon Harry). Oh no, Dumbledore, I am too tired tonight. Something about Phineass voice was familiar to Harry. Where had he heard it before. But before he could think, the portraits on the surrounding walls broke into a storm of protest. Insubordination, sir. roared a corpulent, red-nosed wizard, brandishing his fists. Dereliction of duty. We are honor-bound to give service to the present headmaster of Hogwarts. cried a frail-looking old wizard whom Harry recognized as Dumbledores predecessor, Armando Dippet. Shame on you, Phineas. Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore. called a gimlet-eyed witch, raising an unusually thick wand that looked not unlike a birch rod. Oh, very well, said the wizard called Phineas, eyeing this wand slightly apprehensively, though he may well have destroyed my picture by now, hes done most Best base for th10 the family - Sirius knows not to destroy your portrait, said Dumbledore, and Harry realized immediately where he had heard Phineass voice before: issuing from the apparently empty frame in his bedroom in Grimmauld Place. You are to give him the message that Arthur Weasley has been continue reading injured and that his wife, children, and Harry Potter will be arriving at his house shortly. Do you understand. Arthur Weasley, injured, wife and children and Harry Potter coming to stay, recited Phineas in a bored voice. Yes, yes.

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