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silence, and one or two of the Tooks pricked up their ears.Indeed, for Three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. Tremendous outburst of approval./ don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. This was unexpected and rather difficult. There was some scattered clapping, but most of them were trying to work it out and see if it came to a Gross, if I may use the expression. No cheers. This was ridiculous. Many of his guests, and especially the Sackville-Bagginses, were insulted, feeling sure they had only been asked to fill up the required number, like goods in a package. ‘One Gross, indeed! Vulgar expression.’It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the compliment.Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. Cheers again. / should say: OUR birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age and into his inheritance today. Some perfunctory clapping by the elders; and some loud shouts of ‘Frodo! Frodo! Jolly old Frodo,’ from the juniors. The Sackville-Bagginses scowled, and wondered what was meant by ‘coming into his inheritance’. Together we score one hundred and forty-four. Your numbers were chosen to fit this remarkable total: One Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was

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And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids, Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration.

　　　Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew that the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts,to humiliation to prove Voldemort's victory. He was lifted into the air, and it took all his determination to remain limp, yet the pain he expected did not come. He was thrown once, twice, three times into the air. His glasses flew off and he felt his wand slide a little beneath
and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won.

　　　"You see?" screeched Voldemort over the tumult. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch! Crucio!"

　　　Harry had been expecting it, knew his body would not be allowed to remain unsullied upon the forest floor; it must be subjected

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The corridor dissolved, and the scene took a little longer to reform: Harry seemed to fly through shifting shapes and colors until his surroundings solidified again and he stood on a hilltop, forlorn and cold in the darkness, the wind whistling through the branches of a few leafless trees. The adult Snape was panting, turning on the spot, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, waiting for something or for someone… His fear infected Harry too, even though he knew that he could not be harmed, and he looked over his shoulder, wondering what it was that Snape was waiting for –
"Don't kill me!" "That was not my intention." 　　　Any sound of Dumbledore Apparating had been drowned by the sound of the wind in the branches. He stood before Snape with his robes
　　　Then a blinding, jagged jet of white light flew through the air. Harry thought of lightning, but Snape had dropped to his knees and his wand had flown out of his hand.

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The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties," interrupted Professor McGonagall. "Go and wake your students, Horace."

　　　Harry did not stay to watch Slughorn splutter. He and Luna stayed after Professor McGonagall, who had taken up a position in the middle of the corridor and raised her wand.
'P-Peeves?" stammered Filch as though he had never heard the name before. 　　　"Yes, Peeves, you fool, Peeves! Haven't you been complaining about him for a quarter of a century? Go and fetch him, at once. 　　　Filch evidently thought Professor McGonagall had taken leave
"Piertotum---oh, for heaven's sake, Filch, not now---"

　　　The aged caretaker had just come hobbling into view, shouting "Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!"

　　　"They're supposed to be you blithering idiot!" shouted McGonagall. "Now go and do something constructive! Find Peeves!"

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were ripped apart at his feet, a disinterred golden box lay open and empty beside the hole, and Voldemort's scream of fury vibrated inside his head.
discovered the loss of one of the other Horcruxes. Time was running out fast: If Voldemort chose to visit Hogwarts next, they would miss their chance. 　　　"We need to get going," he said, and their expressions told him that they understood.
　　　With an enormous effort he pulled out of Voldemort's mind again, back to where he stood, swaying, in the Room of Requirement, sweat pouring from his face and Ron holding him up.

　　　"Are you all right, Harry?" Neville was saying. "What to sit down? I expect you're tired, aren't -- ?"

　　　"No," said Harry. He looked at Ron and Hermione, trying to tell them without words that Voldemort had just

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Hermione looked utterly bewildered, but to Harry's enormous relief she accepted the bizarre turn of events without comment.

　　　The old goblin behind the counter clapped his hands and a younger goblin approached.
"Wait – Bogrod!" Another goblin came scurrying around the counter.
　　　"I shall need the Clankers," he told the goblin, who dashed away and returned a moment later with a leather bag that seemed to be full of jangling metal, which he handed to his senior. "Good, good! S, if you will follow me, Madam Lestrange," said the old goblin, hopping down off his stool and vanishing from sight. "I shall take you to your vault."

　　　He appeared around the end of the counter, jogging happily toward them, the contents of the leather bag still jingling. Travers was now standing quite still with his mouth hanging wide open. Ron was drawing attention to this odd phenomenon by regarding Travers with confusion.

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Ollivander swallowed.

"Necessary? No, I should not say that it is necessary to kill."

　　　"There are legends, though," said Harry, and as his heart rate quickened, the pain in his scar became more intense; he was sure that Voldemort has decided to put his idea into action. "Legends about a wand – or wands – that have been passed from hand to hand by murder."
　　　"I – how?" croaked Ollivander, and he looked appealingly at Ron and Hermione for help. "How do you know this?" 　　　"He wanted you to tell him how to overcome the connection between our wands," said Harry.
　　　Ollivander turned pale. Against the snowy pillow he was light gray, and his eyes were enormous, bloodshot, and bulging with what looked like fear.

"Only one wand, I think," he whispered.

"And You-Know-Who is interested in it, isn't he?" asked Harry.