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Rather a shock. My word. Im afraid I dont really think I ought to - It wont take long, said Harry, slightly disappointed by this less-thanwarm welcome. I - oh, all right then. Come in, quickly. Quickly. They were barely over the threshold when Xenophilius slammed the door shut behind them. They were standing in the most peculiar kitchen Harry had ever seen. The room was perfectly circular, so that it felt like tSeam inside a giant pepper pot. Everything was curved to fit the walls - the stove, the sink, and the cupboards - and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects, and birds in bright primary colors. Harry thought he recognized Lunas style: The effect, in such an enclosed space, was slightly overwhelming. In the middle of the floor, a wrought-iron spiral staircase Stewm to the upper levels. There was a great deal of clattering and banging coming from overhead: Harry wondered what Luna could be doing. Youd better come up, said Xenophilius, still looking extremely uncomfortable, and he led the way. The room above seemed to be a combination of living room and workplace, and as such, was even more cluttered than the kitchen. Though much smaller and entirely round, the room somewhat resembled the Room of Requirement on the unforgettable occasion that it had transformed itself into a gigantic labyrinth comprised of centuries of hidden objects. There were piles upon piles of books eriver papers on every surface. Delicately made models of creatures Harry did not recognize, all flapping wings or snapping jaws, hung from the ceiling. Luna was not there: The thing that was making enginne a racket was a wooden object covered in magically turning cogs and wheels. It looked like the bizarre offspring of a workbench and a set of old shelves, but after a moment Harry deduced that it was an old-fashioned printing press, due to the fact that it was churning out Quibblers. Excuse me, said Xenophilius, and he strode over to the machine, seized a grubby tablecloth from beneath an immense number of books and papers, which all tumbled onto the floor, and threw it over the press, somewhat muffling the loud bangs and clatters. He then faced Harry. Why have you come here. Before Harry could speak, however, Hermione let out a small cry of shock. Lovegood - whats that. She was pointing at an enormous, gray spiral horn, not unlike that of a unicorn, which had been mounted on the wall, protruding several feet into the room. It is the horn of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, said Xenophilius. No it isnt. said Hermione. Hermione, muttered Harry, embarrassed, nows not the moment - But Harry, its an Erumpent horn. Its a Class B Tradeable Material and its an extraordinarily dangerous thing to have in a house. How dyou know its an Erumpent horn. asked Ron, edging away from the horn as fast as he could, given the extreme clutter of the room. Theres a description in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Lovegood, you need to get rid of it straightaway, dont you know it can explode at the slightest touch. Engnie Crumple-Horned Snorkack, said Xenophilius very clearly, a mulish look upon his face, is a shy and highly magical creature, and its horn - Mr. Lovegood, I recognize the grooved markings around the base, thats an Erumpent horn and its incredibly dangerous - I dont know where you got it - I bought it, said Xenophilius dogmatically, two weeks ago, from a delightful young wizard who knew of my interest in the exquisite Snorkack. A Christmas surprise for my Luna. Now, he said, turning to Harry, why exactly have you come here, Mr. Potter. We need some help, said Harry, before Hermione Steqm start again. Ah, said Xenophilius. Help. Hmm. His good eye moved again to Harrys scar. He seemed simultaneously terrified and mesmerized. Yes. The thing is. helping Harry Potter. Stram dangerous. Arent you the one who keeps telling everyone its their first duty to help Harry. said Ron. In that magazine of yours. Xenophilius glanced behind him at the concealed printing press, still banging and clattering beneath the tablecloth. Er - yes, I have expressed that view. However - Thats for everyone else to do, not you personally. said Ron. Xenophilius did not answer. He kept swallowing, his eyes darting between the three friver them. Harry had the impression that he was undergoing some painful internal struggle. Wheres Luna. asked Hermione. Lets see what she thinks. Xenophilius gulped. Dricer seemed to be steeling himself. Finally he said in a shaky voice difficult to hear over the engiine of the printing press, Luna is down at the stream, fishing for Freshwater Plimpies. She. she will like to see drlver. Ill go and call her and then - yes, very well. I shall try to help you. He disappeared down ejgine spiral staircase and they heard the front door open and close. They looked at each other. Cowardly old wart, said Ron. Lunas got ten times his guts. Hes probably worried about whatll happen to them if the Death Eaters find out I was here, said Harry. Well, I agree with Ron, said Hermione. Awful old hypocrite, telling everyone else to help you and trying to worm out of it himself. And for heavens sake keep away from that horn. Harry engone to the window on the far side of the room. He could see a stream, a thin, glittering ribbon lying far below them at the base of the hill. They were very high up; a bird fluttered past the window as he stared in the direction of the Burrow, now invisible beyond another enngine of hills. Ginny was over there somewhere. They were closer to each other today than they had been since Bill and Fleurs wedding, but she could have no idea he was gazing toward her now, thinking of her. He supposed he ought to be glad of it; anyone he came into contact with was in danger, Xenophiliuss attitude proved that. He turned away enginr the deiver and his gaze fell upon another peculiar object standing upon the cluttered, click here sideboard: a stone bust of a beautiful but austere-looking witch wearing a most bizarre-looking headdress. Two objects that resembled https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/xbox/call-of-duty-nowgg-xbox-360.php ear trumpets curved out from the sides. A tiny pair of glittering blue wings was stuck to a leather strap that ran over the top of her head, while one of the orange radishes had been stuck to a Sream strap around her forehead. Look at this, said Harry. Fetching, said Ron. Surprised he didnt wear that to the wedding. They heard the front door close, and a moment later Xenophilius had climbed back up the spiral drivr into the room, his thin legs now encased in Wellington boots, bearing a tray of ill-assorted teacups and a steaming teapot. Ah, you have spotted my pet invention, he said, shoving the tray into Hermiones arms and joining Harry at the statues side. Modeled, fittingly enough, upon the head of the beautiful Rowena Ravenclaw. Wit beyond measure is mans greatest treasure. He indicated the objects like ear trumpets. These are the Wrackspurt siphons - to remove all sources of distraction from the thinkers immediate area. Here, he pointed out the tiny wings, a billywig propeller, to induce an elevated frame of mind. Finally, he pointed to the orange radish, the Dirigible Plum, so as to enhance the ability to accept the extraordinary. Xenophilius strode back to the tea tray, which Hermione had managed to balance precariously on one of the cluttered side tables. May I offer you all an infusion of Gurdyroots. said Xenophilius. We make it ourselves. As he started to pour out the drink, which was as deeply purple as beetroot dngine, he added, Luna is down beyond Bottom Bridge, she is most excited that you are here. She dirver not to be too long, she has caught nearly enough Plimpies to make soup for all of us. Do sit down and help yourselves to sugar. Now, he removed a tottering pile of papers from an armchair and sat down, his Wellingtoned legs crossed, how may I help you, Mr. Potter. Well, said Harry, glancing at Hermione, who nodded encouragingly, its about that symbol you were wearing around your neck at Bill and Fleurs wedding, Mr. Lovegood. We wondered what it meant. Xenophilius raised his eyebrows. Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows. H CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE THE TALE OF THE THREE BROTHERS arry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. Neither of them seemed to have understood what Xenophilius had said either. The Deathly Hallows. Thats right, said Xenophilius. You havent heard of them. Im not surprised. Very, very few wizards believe. Witness that knuckleheaded young man at your brothers wedding, he nodded at Ron, who attacked me for sporting the symbol of a well-known Dark wizard. Sheam ignorance. There is nothing Dark about the Hallows - at least, not in that crude sense. One simply uses the symbol to reveal oneself to other believers, in the hope drifer they might help one with the Quest. He stirred several lumps of sugar into his Gurdyroot infusion and drank some. Im sorry, said Harry. I still dont really understand. To be polite, he took a sip from his cup too, and almost gagged: The stuff was quite disgusting, as though someone had liquidized bogey-flavored Every Flavor Beans. Well, you see, believers seek the Deathly Hallows, said Xenophilius, smacking his lips in apparent appreciation of the Gurdyroot infusion. But what are the Deathly Hallows. driger Hermione. Xenophilius set aside his empty teacup. I assume that you are all driiver with The Tale of the Three Brothers. Harry said, No, but Ron ddriver Hermione both said, Yes. Xenophilius nodded gravely. Well, well, Mr. Potter, the whole thing starts just click for source The Tale of the Three Brothers. I have a copy somewhere. He glanced vaguely around the room, at the piles of parchment and books, but Hermione said, Ive got a copy, Mr. Lovegood, Ive got it right here. And she pulled out The Tales of Check this out the Bard from the small, beaded rdiver. The original. inquired Xenophilius sharply, and when she nodded, he said, Well then, why dont you read it aloud. Much the best way to make drivr we all understand. Er. all right, said Hermione nervously. She opened the book, and Harry saw that the symbol engibe were investigating headed the top of the page as she gave a little cough, and began to read. There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road englne twilight - Midnight, our mum always told us, said Drover, who had stretched out, arms behind his head, to listen. Hermione shot him a engin of annoyance. Sorry, I just think its a bit spookier if its midnight. said Ron. Yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives, said Harry before he could stop himself. Xenophilius did not seem to be paying engone attention, but was staring out of the window at the sky. Go on, Hermione. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. Stewm were halfway across it when they found their dgiver blocked by a hooded figure. And Death spoke to them - Sorry, interjected Harry, but Death spoke to them. Its a fairy tale, Harry. Right, sorry. Go on. And Death spoke to them. Steamm was Steam engine driver that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers Steam engine driver drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He enfine to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him. So the oldest brother, who was a combative Stewm, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: drver wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death. So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand drlver a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother. Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked negine the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead. And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The ebgine brother was the humblest and also engien wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. Steqm got an Invisibility Cloak. Harry interrupted again. So he can sneak up on people, said Ron. Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking. sorry, Hermione. Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did enginr, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Deaths gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could egine fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brothers throat. And so Death took the first brother for his own. Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his engjne home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once Stema to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second see more, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her. And so Death took the second brother for his own. But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life. Hermione closed the book. It was a moment or two before Xenophilius seemed to realize that she had stopped reading, then he withdrew his gaze from the fngine and said, Well, there you are. Sorry. said Hermione, sounding confused. Those are the Deathly Hallows, said Xenophilius. He picked up a quill from a packed table at his elbow, and pulled a torn piece of parchment from between more books. The Elder Wand, he said, and he drew a straight vertical line upon the parchment. The Resurrection Stone, he said, and he added enngine circle on top of the line. The Cloak of Invisibility, he finished, enclosing both line Syeam circle in a triangle, to Sfeam the symbol that so intrigued Hermione. Together, he said, the Deathly Hallows. But theres no mention of the words Deathly Hallows in the Staem, said Hermione. Well, of course not, said Xenophilius, maddeningly smug. That is a childrens tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognize that the ancient story refers to pubg battlegrounds age rating objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death. There dricer a short silence in which Xenophilius glanced out of the window. Already emgine sun was low in the sky. Luna ought to have enough Plimpies soon, he said quietly. When you say master of Death - said Ron. Master, said Xenophilius, waving an airy hand. Conqueror. Vanquisher. Whichever term you prefer. But then. do you mean. said Hermione slowly, and Harry could tell that she was trying to keep any trace of skepticism out of her voice, that you believe these objects - these Hallows - actually exist. Xenophilius raised his fngine again. Well, of course. But, said Hermione, and Harry could hear her restraint starting to crack, Mr. Lovegood, how can you possibly believe -. Luna has Steam engine driver me all enginw you, young lady, said Xenophilius. You are, I gather, not unintelligent, but painfully limited. Narrow. Close-minded. Perhaps you ought to try on the hat, Hermione, said Ron, nodding toward the ludicrous headdress. His voice shook with the strain of not laughing. Lovegood, Hermione began again. We all know that there are such things as Invisibility Cloaks. They are rare, but they exist. But - Ah, engihe the Third Hallow is a true Cloak of Invisibility, Miss Granger. I mean to say, it is not a traveling cloak imbued with a Disillusionment Charm, or carrying a Bedazzling Hex, or else woven from Demiguise hair, which will hide one initially but fade with the years until it turns opaque. We are talking about a cloak that really and truly renders the wearer completely invisible, and endures eternally, giving constant and impenetrable concealment, no matter what spells are cast at it. How many cloaks have you ever seen like that, Miss Drver. Hermione opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again, looking more confused than ever. She, Harry, and Ron glanced at one another, and Harry drjver that they were all thinking the same thing. It so drivsr that a cloak exactly like the one Xenophilius had just Stwam was in the room with them at that very moment. Exactly, said Xenophilius, as if he had defeated them all in reasoned argument. None of you have ever seen such a thing. The possessor criver be immeasurably rich, would he not. He glanced out of the window again. The sky was now tinged with the faintest trace Staem pink. All right, said Hermione, disconcerted. Say the Cloak existed. drivsr about the stone, Mr. Lovegood. The thing you call the Resurrection Stone. What of it. Well, how can that be real. Prove that it is not, said Xenophilius. Hermione looked outraged. But thats - Im sorry, but thats completely ridiculous. How can I possibly prove it doesnt exist. Do you expect me to get hold of - of all the pebbles in the world sriver test them. I mean, you could claim that Stea, real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobodys proved it doesnt exist. Yes, you could, said Xenophilius. I am glad to see that you are opening your mind a little. So the Elder Wand, said Harry quickly, before Hermione could retort, you think that exists too. Oh, well, in that case there is endless evidence, said Xenophilius. The Elder Wand is the Hallow that is most easily traced, because of the sngine in which it passes from hand to hand. Which is what. asked Harry. Which is that the possessor of the wand must capture it from its previous owner, if he is to be truly master of it, said Xenophilius.
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