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04.02.2025

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You-Know-Whos after the Elder Wand. He turned his back on their strained, incredulous faces. He knew it was the truth. It all made sense. Voldemort was not seeking a new wand; he was seeking an old wand, a very old wand indeed. Harry walked to the entrance of the tent, forgetting about Ron and Hermione as he looked out into the night, thinking. Voldemort had been raised in a Muggle orphanage. Nobody could have told him The Tales of Beedle the Bard when he was a child, any more than Harry had heard them. Hardly any wizards believed in the Deathly Hallows. Was it likely that Voldemort knew about them. Harry gazed into the monstrr. If Voldemort had known about the Deathly Hallows, Steam monster girl quest he would have sought them, done anything to possess them: three objects that made the possessor master of Death. Gjrl he had known about the Deathly Hallows, he might not have needed Horcruxes in the first place. Didnt the simple fact that he had taken a Hallow, and turned it into a Horcrux, demonstrate that he did not know this last great Wizarding secret. Which meant that Voldemort sought the Elder Wand without realizing its full power, without understanding that it was one of three. for the wand was the Hallow that could not be hidden, whose existence was best known. The bloody trail of the Elder Wand is splattered across the pages of Wizarding history. Harry watched the cloudy sky, curves of smoke-gray and silver sliding over the face of the white moon. He felt lightheaded with amazement at his discoveries. He turned back into the tent. It was a shock read article Steam monster girl quest Ron and Hermione standing exactly where he had left them, Hermione still holding Lilys letter, Ron at her side looking slightly anxious. Didnt they realize how far they had traveled in the last few minutes. This is it, Harry said, trying to bring them inside the glow of his own astonished certainty. This explains everything. The Deathly Hallows are qest, and Ive got one - maybe two - He held up the Snitch. - and You-Know-Whos chasing the third, but he doesnt realize. he just thinks its a powerful wand - Harry, said Hermione, moving across to him and handing him back Lilys letter, Im sorry, but I think youve got this wrong, all wrong. But dont you see. It all fits - No, it doesnt, she said. It doesnt, Harry, youre just getting carried away. Please, she said as he started to speak, please just answer me this: If the Deathly Hallows really existed, and Dumbledore knew about them, knew that the person who possessed all three of them would Steam monster girl quest master of Death - Harry, why wouldnt he have told you. Why. He had his answer mobster. But you said it, Hermione. Youve got to find out about them for yourself. Its a Quest. But I only said that to try and persuade you to come to the Lovegoods. cried Hermione in exasperation. I didnt really believe it. Harry took no notice. Dumbledore usually let me find out stuff for myself. He let me try my strength, take risks. This feels like the kind of thing hed do. Harry, this isnt a game, this isnt practice. This is the real thing, and Dumbledore left you very clear instructions: Find and destroy the Horcruxes. That mondter doesnt mean anything, forget the Deathly Hallows, we cant afford to get sidetracked - Harry was barely listening to her. He was turning the Snitch over and over in his hands, half expecting it to break open, to reveal the Resurrection Stone, to prove to Hermione that he was right, that the Deathly Hallows were real. She appealed to Ron. You dont believe in this, do you. Harry looked up. Ron hesitated. I dunno. I mean. bits of it sort of fit together, said Ron awkwardly. But when you look at the whole thing. He took a deep breath. I think were supposed to get rid of Horcruxes, Harry. Thats what Dumbledore told us to do. Maybe. maybe we should forget about qeust Hallows business. Thank you, Ron, said Hermione. Ill take first watch. And she strode past Harry and sat down in the tent entrance, bringing the action to a fierce full stop. But Harry hardly slept that night. The idea of the Deathly Hallows had taken possession of him, and he could not rest while agitating thoughts mondter through his mind: the wand, the stone, and th 9 Cloak, if he could just possess them all. I open at the close. But what was the close. Why couldnt he have the stone now. If only he had the stone, he could ask Dumbledore giel questions in person. and Harry murmured words to the Snitch in the darkness, trying everything, even Parseltongue, but the golden ball would not open. And the wand, the Elder Wand, where was that hidden. Where was Voldemort searching now. Harry wished his scar would burn and show him Voldemorts thoughts, because for the first time ever, he and Voldemort were united in wanting the very jonster thing. Hermione would not like that idea, of course. But then, she did not believe. Xenophilius had been right, in a way. Limited. Narrow. Close-minded. The truth was that she was scared of the idea of the Deathly Hallows, especially of the Resurrection Stone. and Harry pressed his mouth again to the Snitch, kissing it, nearly swallowing it, girrl the cold metal did not yield. Moneter was nearly dawn when he remembered Luna, alone in a cell in Azkaban, surrounded by dementors, and he suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He had forgotten all about her in his feverish contemplation of the Hallows. If only they could rescue her; but dementors in those numbers would be virtually unassailable. Now he came to think about it, he had not yet tried casting a Patronus with the blackthorn wand. He must try that in the morning. If only there was a way of getting a better wand. And desire for the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, unbeatable, invincible, swallowed him once more. They packed up the tent next morning and moved on through a dreary shower of rain. The downpour pursued them to the coast, where they pitched the tent that night, and persisted through the whole week, through sodden landscapes that Harry found bleak and depressing. Click at this page could think only of the Deathly Hallows. It was as though a flame had been lit inside him that nothing, not Hermiones flat disbelief nor Rons persistent doubts, could extinguish. And yet the fiercer the longing for the Hallows burned inside him, the less joyful it made him. He blamed Ron and Hermione: Their determined indifference was as bad Stean the relentless rain for dampening his spirits, but neither could erode his certainty, which remained absolute. Harrys belief in and longing for the Hallows consumed him so much that he felt quite isolated from the other two and their obsession with the Horcruxes. Obsession. said Hermione in apex fitbit low fierce voice, when Harry was careless enough to use the word one evening, after Hermione had told him off for his lack of interest in locating more Horcruxes. Were not the ones with an obsession, Harry. Were the ones trying to do what Dumbledore monstdr us to do. But he was impervious to the veiled criticism. Dumbledore had left the sign of the Hallows for Hermione to decipher, and he had also, Harry remained convinced of it, left the Resurrection Stone hidden in the golden Snitch. Neither can live while the other survives. master of Death. Why didnt Ron and Hermione understand. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death, Harry quoted calmly. I thought it was You-Know-Who monsster were supposed to be fighting. Hermione retorted, and Harry gave up on her. Even the mystery of the silver doe, which the other two insisted on discussing, seemed less important to Harry now, a vaguely interesting sideshow. The only other thing that mattered to him was that his scar had begun to prickle again, although he did all he could to hide this fact from the other two. He sought solitude whenever it happened, but was disappointed by what he saw. The visions he and Voldemort were sharing had changed in quality; they had become blurred, shifting as though they were moving in and out of focus. Harry was just able to make out the indistinct features of an object that looked like a skull, and something like a mountain that was more shadow than substance. Used to images sharp as reality, Harry was disconcerted by the change. He was worried that the connection between himself and Voldemort had been damaged, a connection that he both feared quedt, whatever he had told Hermione, prized. Somehow Harry connected Stewm unsatisfying, vague images with the destruction of his wand, as if it was the blackthorn wands fault that he could no longer see into Voldemorts mind as well as before. As the weeks crept on, Harry could not help but notice, even through his new self-absorption, that Ron seemed to be taking charge. Perhaps because he was determined to make up for having walked out on them, perhaps because Harrys descent into listlessness galvanized his dormant leadership qualities, Ron was the one monwter encouraging and exhorting the other two into action. Three Horcruxes left, he kept saying. We need a plan of action, come on. Where havent we looked. Lets go through it again. The orphanage. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Riddle House, Borgin and Burkes, Albania, every place that they knew Monstdr Riddle had ever lived or worked, visited or murdered, Ron and Hermione raked over them again, Harry joining in only to montser Hermione pestering him. He would have been happy to sit alone in silence, trying to read Voldemorts thoughts, to find out more about the Elder Wand, but Ron insisted on journeying Stteam ever more unlikely places simply, Harry was aware, to keep them moving. You never know, was Rons constant refrain. Upper Flagley is a Wizarding village, he mightve wanted to live gril. Lets go and have a poke around. These frequent forays into Wizarding territory brought them within occasional sight of Snatchers. Some of them are supposed to be as bad as Death Eaters, said Ron. The lot that click at this page me were a bit pathetic, but Bill reckons some of them are really dangerous. They said on Potterwatch - On what. said Harry. Potterwatch, didnt I tell you thats what it was called. The program I keep trying to get on the radio, the only one that tells the truth about whats going on. Nearly all the programs are following You-Know-Whos line, all except Potterwatch. I really want you to hear it, but its tricky tuning in. Ron spent evening after evening using his wand to beat out various rhythms on top of the wireless while the dials whirled. Occasionally they would catch snatches of advice on how to treat dragon pox, and once a few bars of A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love. While he tapped, Ron continued to try to hit on the correct password, muttering strings of random words under his breath. Theyre normally something to do with the Order, he told them. Bill had a real knack for guessing them. Im bound to get one in the end. But not until March did luck favor Ron at last. Harry was sitting in the tent entrance, on guard duty, staring idly at a clump of grape hyacinths that had forced their way through the chilly ground, when Ron shouted excitedly from inside the tent. Ive got it, Ive got it. Password was Albus. Get in here, Harry. Roused for the first time in days from his contemplation of the Deathly Hallows, Harry hurried back inside the Stfam to find Ron and Hermione kneeling on the floor beside the little radio. Hermione, who had been polishing the sword of Gryffindor just for something to do, was sitting openmouthed, staring at the tiny speaker, from which a most familiar voice was issuing. apologize for our temporary igrl from the airwaves, which was due to a number of house calls in our area by those charming Death Eaters. But thats Lee Jordan. said Hermione. I know. beamed Ron. Cool, eh. now found ourselves another secure location, Lee was saying, and Im pleased to tell you that two of our regular contributors have joined me here this evening. Evening, boys. Evening, River. River, thats Lee, Ron explained. Theyve all got code names, but you can usually tell - Shh. said Hermione. But before we continue reading from Royal and Gkrl, Lee went on, lets just click for source a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network News and Daily Prophet dont think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell. Harry felt a sick, swooping in his belly. He, Ron, and Hermione gazed at one another in horror. A goblin by the name of Gornuk was also killed. It is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas and a second goblin, both believed to have been traveling with Tonks, Cresswell, and Gornuk, may have escaped. If Dean is listening, or if anyone has girp knowledge of his whereabouts, his parents and sisters are desperate for news. Meanwhile, in Gaddley, a Muggle family of five has been found dead in their home. Muggle authorities are attributing the deaths to a gas leak, but members of the Order of the Phoenix inform me that it was the Killing Curse - more evidence, as if it were needed, of the fact that Muggle slaughter is becoming little more than a recreational sport under the new regime. Finally, we regret to inform our listeners that the remains of Bathilda Bagshot have been discovered in Godrics Hollow. The evidence is that she died several months ago. The Order of the Phoenix informs us that her body showed unmistakable signs of injuries inflicted by Dark Magic. Listeners, Id like to invite you now to join us in a minutes silence in memory of Ted Tonks, Dirk Cresswell, Bathilda Bagshot, Gornuk, and the unnamed, but no less regretted, Muggles murdered by the Death Eaters. Silence fell, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not speak. Half of Harry yearned to hear more, half of him was afraid of what might come next. It was the first time he had felt fully connected to the outside world for a long time.

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