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He looked down at the puncture marks. It wasnt supposed to kill me, just keep me there till You-Know-Who came. If he had only managed to kill the snake, it would have been worth it, all of it. Sick at heart, he sat up and threw back the covers. Harry, no, Im sure you ought to rest. Youre the one who needs sleep. No offense, but you look terrible. Im fine. Ill keep watch for a while. Wheres my wand. She did not answer, she merely looked at him. Wheres my wand, Hermione. She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes. Harry. Wheres my wand. She reached down beside the bed and held it out to him. The holly and phoenix wand was nearly severed in two. One fragile strand of phoenix feather kept both pieces hanging together. The wood had splintered apart completely. Harry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injury. He could not think properly: Everything was a blur of panic and fear. Then he held out the wand to Hermione. Mend it. Please. Harry, I dont apex legends characters added in order suggest, when its broken like this - Please, Hermione, try. R-Reparo. The dangling half of the wand resealed itself. Harry held it up. Lumos. The wand sparked feebly, then went out. Harry pointed it at Hermione. Expelliarmus. Hermiones wand gave a little jerk, but did not leave her hand. The feeble attempt at magic was too much for Harrys wand, which split into two again. He stared at it, aghast, unable to take in what he was seeing. the wand that had survived so much. Harry, Hermione whispered so quietly he could hardly hear her. Im so, so sorry. I think it was me. As we were leaving, you know, the snake was coming for us, and so I cast a Blasting Curse, and it rebounded everywhere, and it must have - must have hit - It was an accident, said Harry mechanically. He felt empty, stunned. Well - well find a way to repair it. Harry, I dont think were going to be able to, said Hermione, the tears trickling down her face. Remember. remember Ron. When he broke his wand, crashing the car. It was never the same again, he had to get a new one. Harry thought of Ollivander, kidnapped and held hostage by Voldemort; of Gregorovitch, who was dead. How was he supposed to find himself a new wand. Well, he said, in a falsely matter-of-fact voice, well, Ill just borrow yours for now, then. While I keep watch. Her face glazed with tears, Hermione handed over her wand, and he left her sitting beside his bed, desiring nothing more than to get away from her. T CHAPTER EIGHTEEN THE LIFE AND LIES OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE he sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over him, indifferent to him and his suffering. Harry sat down in the tent entrance and took a deep breath of clean air. Simply to be alive to watch the sun rise over the sparkling snowy hillside ought to have been the greatest treasure on earth, yet he could not appreciate it: His senses had been spiked by the calamity of losing his wand. He looked out over a valley blanketed in snow, distant church bells chiming through the glittering silence. Without realizing it, he was digging his fingers into his arms as if he were trying to resist physical pain. He had spilled his own blood more times than he could count; he had lost all the bones in his right arm once; this journey had already given him scars to his chest and forearm to join those on his hand and forehead, but never, until this moment, had he felt himself to be fatally weakened, vulnerable, and naked, as though the best part of his magical power had been torn from him. He knew exactly what Hermione would say if he expressed any of this: The wand is only as good as the wizard. But she was wrong, his case was different. She had not felt the wand spin like the needle of a compass and shoot golden flames at his enemy. He had lost the protection of the twin cores, and only now that it was gone did he realize how much he had been counting upon it. He pulled the pieces of the broken wand out of his pocket and, without looking at them, tucked them away in Hagrids pouch around his neck. The pouch was now too full of broken and useless objects to take any more. Harrys hand brushed the old Snitch through the mokeskin and for a moment he had to fight the temptation to pull it out learn more here throw it away. Impenetrable, unhelpful, useless, like everything else Dumbledore had left behind - And his fury at Dumbledore broke over him now like lava, scorching him inside, wiping out every other feeling. Out of sheer desperation they had talked themselves into believing that Godrics Hollow held answers, convinced themselves that they were supposed to go back, that it was all part of some secret path laid out for them by Dumbledore; but there was no map, no plan. Dumbledore had left them to grope in the darkness, to wrestle with unknown and undreamed-of terrors, alone and unaided: Nothing was explained, nothing was given freely, they had no sword, and now, Harry had no wand. And he had dropped the photograph of the thief, and it would surely be easy now for Voldemort to find out who he was. Voldemort had all the information now. Harry. Hermione looked frightened that he might curse her with her own wand. Her face streaked with tears, she crouched down beside him, two cups of tea trembling in her hands and something bulky under her arm. Thanks, he said, taking one of the cups. Do you mind if I talk to you. No, he said because he did not want to hurt her feelings. Harry, you wanted to know who that man in the picture was. Well. Ive got the book. Timidly she pushed it onto his lap, a pristine copy of The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore. Where - how -. It was in Bathildas sitting room, just lying there. This note was sticking out of the top of it. Hermione read the few lines of spiky, acid-green writing aloud. Dear Batty, Thanks for your help. Heres a copy of the book, hope you like it. You said everything, even if you dont remember it. Rita. I think it must have arrived while the real Bathilda was alive, but perhaps she wasnt in any fit state to read it. No, she probably wasnt. Harry looked down upon Dumbledores face and experienced a surge of savage pleasure: Now he would know all the things that Dumbledore had never thought it worth telling him, whether Dumbledore wanted him to or not. Youre still really angry at me, arent you. said Hermione; he looked up to see fresh tears leaking out of her eyes, and knew that his anger must have shown in his face. No, he said quietly. No, Hermione, I know it was an accident. You were trying to get us out of there alive, and you were incredible. Id be dead if you hadnt been there to help me. He tried to return her watery smile, then turned his attention to the book. Its spine was stiff; it had clearly never been opened before. He riffled through the pages, looking for photographs. He came across the one he sought almost at once, the young Dumbledore and his handsome companion, roaring with laughter at some long-forgotten joke. Harry dropped his eyes to the caption. Albus Dumbledore, shortly after his mothers death, with his friend Gellert Grindelwald. Harry gaped at the last word for several long moments. Grindelwald. His friend Grindelwald. He looked sideways at Hermione, who was still contemplating the name as though she could not believe her eyes. Slowly she looked up at Harry. Grindelwald. Ignoring the remainder of the photographs, Harry searched the pages around them for a recurrence of that fatal name. He soon discovered it and read greedily, but became lost: It was necessary to go further back to make sense of it all, and eventually he found himself Pubg game download xbox 360 rom the start of a chapter entitled The Greater Good. Together, he and Hermione started to read: Now approaching his eighteenth birthday, Dumbledore left Hogwarts in a blaze of glory - Head Boy, Prefect, Winner of the Barnabus Finkley Prize for Exceptional Spell-Casting, British Youth Representative to the Wizengamot, Gold Medal-Winner for Ground-Breaking Contribution to the International Alchemical Conference in Cairo. Dumbledore intended, next, to take a Grand Tour with Elphias Dogbreath Doge, the dimwitted but devoted sidekick he had picked up at school. The two young men were staying at the Leaky Cauldron in London, preparing to depart for Greece the following morning, when an owl arrived bearing news of Dumbledores mothers death. Dogbreath Doge, who refused to be interviewed for this book, has given the public his own sentimental version of what happened next. He represents Kendras death as a tragic blow, and Dumbledores decision to give up his expedition as an act of noble self-sacrifice. Certainly Dumbledore returned to Godrics Hollow at once, supposedly to care for his younger brother and sister. But how much care did he actually give them. He were a head case, that Aberforth, says Enid Smeek, whose family lived on the outskirts of Godrics Hollow at that time. Ran wild. Course, with his mum and dad gone youd have felt sorry for him, only he kept chucking goat dung at my head. I dont think Albus was fussed about him, I never saw them together, anyway. So what was Albus doing, if not comforting his wild young brother. The answer, it seems, is ensuring the continued imprisonment of his sister. For, though her first jailer had died, there was no change in the pitiful condition of Ariana Dumbledore. Her very existence continued to be known only to those few outsiders who, like Dogbreath Doge, could be counted upon to believe in the story of her ill health. Another such easily satisfied friend of the family was Bathilda Bagshot, the celebrated magical historian who has lived in Godrics Hollow for many years. Kendra, of course, had rebuffed Bathilda when she first attempted to welcome the family to the village. Several years later, however, the author sent an owl to Albus at Hogwarts, having been favorably impressed by his paper on trans-species transformation in Transfiguration Today. This initial contact led to acquaintance with the entire Dumbledore family. 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Now revealed for the first time, it calls into question everything that his admirers believed of Dumbledore: his supposed hatred of the Dark Arts, his opposition to the oppression of Muggles, even his devotion to his own family. The very same summer that Dumbledore went home to Godrics Hollow, now an orphan and head of the family, Bathilda Bagshot agreed to accept into her home her great-nephew, Gellert Grindelwald. The name of Grindelwald is justly famous: In a list of Most Dangerous Dark Wizards of All Time, he would miss out on the top spot only because You-Know-Who arrived, a generation later, to steal his crown. As Grindelwald never extended his campaign of terror to Britain, however, the details of his rise to power are not widely known here. Educated at Durmstrang, a school famous even then for its unfortunate tolerance of the Dark Arts, Grindelwald showed himself quite as precociously brilliant as Dumbledore. 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We seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD. And from this it follows that where we meet resistance, we must use only the force that is necessary and no more. (This was your mistake at Durmstrang. But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met. ) Albus Astonished and appalled though his many admirers will be, this letter constitutes proof that Albus Dumbledore once dreamed of overthrowing the Statute of Secrecy and establishing Wizard rule over Muggles. What a blow for those who have always portrayed Dumbledore as the Muggleborns greatest champion. How hollow those speeches promoting Muggle rights seem in the light of this damning new evidence. How despicable does Albus Dumbledore appear, busy plotting his rise to power when he should have been mourning his mother and caring for his sister. No doubt those determined to keep Dumbledore on his crumbling pedestal will bleat that he did not, after all, put his plans into action, that he must have suffered a change of https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/for/pick-rates-for-apex-legends.php, that he came to his senses. However, the truth seems altogether more shocking. Barely two months into their great new friendship, Dumbledore and Grindelwald parted, never to see each other again until they met for their legendary duel (for more, see chapter 22). What caused this abrupt rupture. Had Dumbledore come to his senses. Had he told Grindelwald he wanted no more part in his plans. Alas, no. It was poor little Ariana dying, I think, that did it, says Bathilda. It came as an awful shock. Gellert was there in the house when it happened, and he came back to my house all of a dither, told me he wanted to go home the next day. Terribly distressed, you know. So I arranged a Portkey and that Pubg game download xbox 360 rom the last I saw of him. Albus was beside himself at Arianas death. It was so dreadful for those two brothers. They had lost everybody except each other. No wonder tempers ran a little high. Aberforth blamed Albus, you know, as people will under these dreadful circumstances. But Aberforth always talked a little madly, poor boy. All the same, breaking Albuss nose at the funeral was not decent. It would have destroyed Kendra to see her sons fighting like that, across her daughters body. A shame Gellert could not have stayed for the funeral. He would have been a comfort to Albus, at least. This dreadful coffin-side brawl, known only to those few who attended Ariana Dumbledores funeral, raises several questions. Why exactly did Aberforth Dumbledore blame Albus for his sisters death. Was it, as Batty pretends, a mere effusion of grief. Or could there have been some more concrete reason for his fury. Grindelwald, expelled from Durmstrang for near-fatal attacks upon fellow students, fled the country hours after the girls death, and Albus (out of shame or fear?) never saw Pubg game download xbox 360 rom again, not until forced to do so by the pleas of the Wizarding world. Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald ever seems to have referred to this brief boyhood friendship in later life. However, there can be no doubt that Dumbledore delayed, for some five years of turmoil, fatalities, and disappearances, his attack upon Gellert Grindelwald. Was it lingering affection for the man or fear of exposure as his once best friend that caused Dumbledore to hesitate. Was it only reluctantly that Dumbledore set out to capture the man he was once so delighted he had met. And how did the mysterious Ariana die. Was she the inadvertent victim of some Dark rite. Did she stumble across something she ought not to have done, as the two young men sat practicing for their attempt at glory and domination. Is it possible that Ariana Dumbledore was the first person to die for the greater good. The chapter ended here and Harry looked up. Hermione had reached the bottom of the page before him. She tugged the book out of Harrys hands, looking a little alarmed by his expression, and closed it without looking at it, as though hiding something indecent. Harry - But he shook his head. Some inner certainty had crashed down inside him; it was exactly as he had felt after Ron left. He had trusted Dumbledore, believed him the embodiment of goodness and wisdom. All was ashes: How much more could he lose. Ron, Dumbledore, the phoenix wand. Harry. She seemed to have heard his thoughts. Listen to me. It - it doesnt make very nice reading - Yeah, you could say that - - but dont forget, Harry, this is Rita Skeeter writing. You did read that letter to Grindelwald, didnt you. Yes, I - I did. She hesitated, looking upset, cradling her tea in her cold hands. I think thats the worst bit. I know Bathilda thought it was all just talk, but For the Greater Good became Grindelwalds slogan, his justification for all the atrocities he committed later. And. from that. it looks like Dumbledore gave him the idea. They say For the Greater Good was even carved over the entrance to Nurmengard. Whats Nurmengard. The prison Grindelwald had built to hold his opponents. He ended up in there himself, once Dumbledore had caught him. Anyway, its - its an awful thought that Dumbledores ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power. But on the other hand, even Rita cant pretend that they knew each other for more than a few months one summer when they were both really young, and - I thought youd say that, said Harry. He did not want to let his anger spill out at her, but it was hard to keep his voice steady.

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