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It - it wasnt stealing. said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron with a kind of desperation. They were still library books, even if Dumbledore had taken them off the shelves. Anyway, if he really didnt want anyone to get at them, Im sure he would have made it much harder to - Get to the point. war medieval android total 2 Ron. Well. it was easy, said Hermione in a small voice. I just did a Summoning Charm. You know - Accio. And - they zoomed out of Dumbledores study window right Gta online steam the girls dormitory. But when did you do this. Harry asked, regarding Hermione with a mixture of admiration and incredulity. Just after his - Dumbledores - funeral, said Hermione in an even smaller voice. Right after we agreed wed leave school and go and look for the Horcruxes. When I went back upstairs to get my things it - it just occurred to me that the more Gta online steam knew about them, the better it would be. and I was alone in there. so I tried. and it worked. They flew straight in through the open window and I - I packed them. She swallowed and then said imploringly, I cant believe Dumbledore would have been angry, its not as though were going to use the information to make a Horcrux, is it. Can you hear us complaining. said Ron. Where are these books anyway. Hermione rummaged for a moment and then extracted from the pile a large volume, bound in faded black leather. She looked a little nauseated and held it as gingerly as if it were something recently dead. This is the one that gives explicit instructions on how to make a Horcrux. Secrets of the Darkest Art - its a horrible book, really awful, full of evil magic. I wonder when Dumbledore removed it from the library. If he didnt do it until he was headmaster, I bet Voldemort got all the instruction he needed from here. Why did he have to ask Slughorn how to make a Horcrux, then, if hed already read that. asked Ron. He only approached Slughorn to find out what would happen if you split your soul into seven, said Harry. Dumbledore was sure Riddle already knew how to make a Horcrux by the time he asked Slughorn about them. I think youre right, Hermione, that could easily have been where he got the information. And the more Ive read about them, said Hermione, the more horrible they seem, and the less I can believe that he actually made six. It warns in this book how unstable you make the rest of your soul by ripping it, and thats just by making one Horcrux. Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said about Voldemort moving beyond usual evil. Isnt there any way of putting yourself back together. Ron asked. Yes, said Hermione with a hollow smile, but it would be excruciatingly painful. Why. How do you do it. asked Harry. Remorse, said Hermione. Youve got to really feel what youve done. Theres a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I cant see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you. No, said Ron, before Harry could answer. So does it say how to destroy Horcruxes in that book. Yes, said Hermione, now turning the fragile pages as if examining rotting entrails, because it warns Dark wizards how strong they have to make the enchantments on them. From all that Ive read, what Harry did to Riddles diary was one of the few really foolproof ways of destroying a Horcrux. What, stabbing it with a basilisk fang. asked Harry. Oh well, lucky weve got such a large supply of basilisk fangs, then, said Ron. I was wondering what we were going to do with them. It doesnt have to be a basilisk fang, said Hermione patiently. It has to be something so destructive that the Horcrux cant repair itself. Basilisk venom only has one antidote, and its incredibly rare - - phoenix tears, said Harry, nodding. Exactly, said Hermione. Our problem is that there are very few substances as destructive click the following article basilisk venom, and theyre all dangerous to carry around with you. Thats a problem terra invicta going to have to solve, though, because ripping, smashing, or crushing a Horcrux wont do the trick. Youve got to put it beyond magical repair. But even if we wreck the thing it lives in, said Ron, why cant the bit of soul in it just go and live in something else. Because a Horcrux is the complete opposite of a human being. Seeing that Harry and Ron looked thoroughly confused, Hermione hurried on, Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldnt damage your soul at all. Which would be a real comfort to me, Im sure, said Ron. Harry laughed. It should be, actually. But my point is that whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched, said Hermione. But its the other way round with a Horcrux. The fragment of soul inside it depends on its container, its enchanted body, for survival. It cant exist without it. That diary sort of died when I stabbed it, said Harry, remembering ink pouring like blood from the punctured pages, and the screams of the piece of Voldemorts soul as it vanished. And once the diary was properly destroyed, the bit of soul trapped in it could no longer exist. Ginny tried to get rid of the diary before you did, flushing it away, but obviously it came back good as new. Hang on, said Ron, frowning. The bit of soul in that diary was possessing Ginny, wasnt it. How does that work, then. While the magical container is still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and out of someone if they get too close to the object. I dont mean holding it for too long, its nothing to do with touching it, she added before Ron could speak. I mean close emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incredibly vulnerable. Youre in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux. I wonder how Dumbledore destroyed the ring. said Harry. Why didnt I ask him. I never really. His voice tailed away: He was thinking of all the things he should have asked Dumbledore, and of how, since the headmaster had died, it seemed to Harry that he had wasted so many opportunities when Dumbledore had been alive, to find out more. to find out everything. The silence was shattered as the bedroom door flew open with a wallshaking crash. Hermione shrieked and dropped Secrets of the Darkest Art; Crookshanks streaked under the bed, hissing indignantly; Ron jumped off the bed, skidded on a discarded Chocolate Frog wrapper, and smacked his head on the opposite wall; and Harry instinctively dived for his wand before realizing that he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was contorted with rage. Im so sorry to break up this cozy little gathering, she said, her voice trembling. Im sure you all need your rest. but there are wedding presents stacked in my room that need sorting out and I was under the impression that you had agreed to help. Oh yes, said Hermione, looking terrified as she leapt to her feet, sending books flying in every direction, we will. were sorry. With an anguished look at Harry and Ron, Hermione hurried out of the room after Mrs. Weasley. Its like being a house-elf, complained Ron in an undertone, still massaging his head as he and Harry followed. Except without the job satisfaction. The sooner this weddings over, the happier Ill be. Yeah, said Harry, then well have nothing to do except find Horcruxes. Itll be like a holiday, wont it. Ron started to laugh, but at the sight of the enormous pile of wedding presents waiting for them in Mrs. Weasleys room, stopped quite abruptly. The Delacours arrived the following morning at eleven oclock. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were feeling quite resentful toward Fleurs family by this time, and it was with ill grace that Ron stumped back upstairs to put on matching socks, and Harry attempted to flatten his hair. Once they had all been deemed smart enough, they trooped out into the sunny backyard to await the visitors. Harry had never seen the place looking so tidy. The rusty cauldrons and old Wellington boots that usually littered the steps by the back door were gone, replaced by two new Flutterby bushes standing either side of the door in large pots; though there was no breeze, the leaves waved lazily, giving an attractive rippling effect. The chickens had been shut away, the yard had been swept, and the nearby garden had been pruned, plucked, and generally spruced up, although Harry, who liked it in its overgrown state, thought that it looked rather forlorn without its usual contingent of capering gnomes. He had lost track of how many security enchantments had been placed upon the Burrow by both the Order and the Ministry; all he knew was that it was no longer possible for anybody to travel by magic directly into the place. Weasley had therefore gone to meet the Delacours on top of a nearby hill, where they were to arrive by Portkey. The first sound of their approach was an unusually high-pitched laugh, which turned out to be coming from Mr. Weasley, who appeared at the gate moments later, laden with luggage and leading a beautiful blonde woman in long, leaf-green robes, who could only be Fleurs mother. Maman. cried Fleur, rushing forward to embrace her. Papa. Monsieur Delacour was nowhere near as attractive as his wife; he was a head shorter and extremely plump, with a little, pointed black beard. However, he looked good-natured. Bouncing toward Mrs. Weasley on highheeled boots, he kissed her twice on each cheek, leaving her flustered. You ave been to much trouble, he said in a deep voice. Fleur tells us you ave been working very ard. Oh, its been nothing, nothing. trilled Mrs. Weasley. No trouble at all. Ron relieved his feelings by aiming a kick at a gnome who was peering out from behind one of the new Flutterby bushes. Dear lady. said Monsieur Delacour, still holding Mrs. Weasleys hand between his own two plump ones and beaming. We are most honored at the approaching union of our two families. Let me present my wife, Apolline. Madame Delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss Mrs. Weasley too. Enchantée, she said. Your usband as been telling us such amusing stories. Weasley gave a maniacal laugh; Mrs. Weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend. And, of course, you ave met my leetle daughter, Gabrielle. said Monsieur Delacour. Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs. Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw Harry a glowing look, batting her eyelashes. Ginny cleared her throat loudly. Well, come in, do. said Mrs. Weasley brightly, and she ushered the Delacours into the house, with many No, please!s and After you!s and Not at all!s. The Delacours, it here transpired, were helpful, pleasant guests. They were pleased with everything and keen to assist with the preparations for the wedding. Monsieur Delacour pronounced everything from the seating plan to the bridesmaids shoes Charmant. Madame Delacour was most accomplished at household spells and had the oven properly cleaned in a trice; Gabrielle followed her elder sister around, trying to assist in any way she could and jabbering away in rapid French. On the downside, the Burrow was not built to accommodate so many people. and Mrs. Weasley were now sleeping in the sitting room, having shouted down Monsieur and Madame Delacours protests and insisted they take their bedroom. Gabrielle was sleeping with Fleur in Percys old room, and Bill would be sharing with Charlie, his best man, once Charlie arrived from Romania. Opportunities to make plans together became virtually nonexistent, and it was in desperation that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took to volunteering to feed the chickens just to escape the overcrowded house. But she still wont leave us alone. snarled Ron, as their second attempt at a meeting in the yard was foiled by the appearance of Mrs. Weasley carrying a large basket of laundry in her arms. Oh, good, youve fed the chickens, she called as she approached them. Wed better shut them away again before the men arrive tomorrow. to put up the tent for the wedding, she explained, pausing to lean against the henhouse. She looked exhausted. Millamants Magic Marquees. theyre very good, Bills escorting them. Youd better stay inside while theyre here, Harry. I must say it does complicate organizing a wedding, having all these security spells around the place. Im sorry, said Harry humbly. Oh, dont be silly, dear. said Mrs. Weasley at once. I didnt mean - well, your safetys much more important. Actually, Ive been wanting to ask you how you want to celebrate your birthday, Harry. Seventeen, after all, its an important day. I dont want a fuss, said Harry quickly, envisaging the additional strain this would put on them all. Really, Mrs. Weasley, just a normal dinner would be fine. Its the day before the wedding. Oh, well, if youre sure, dear. Ill invite Remus and Tonks, shall I. And how about Hagrid. Thatd be great, said Harry. But please dont go to loads of trouble. Not at all, not at all. Its no trouble. 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I think, he said slowly, hes got something to do with Quidditch. Theres some connection, but I cant - I cant think what it is. Quidditch. said Ron. Sure youre not thinking of Gorgovitch. Who. Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Cannons for a record fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season. No, said Harry. Im definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch. I try not to either, said Ron.

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