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A decision should not be made hastily. Hagrid, you havent said anything, said Professor McGonagall. What are your views, ought Hogwarts to remain open. Hagrid, who had been chofolatier silently into his large, spotted handkerchief throughout this conversation, now chocklatier puffy red eyes and croaked, I dunno, Professor. thats fer the Heads of House an the headmistress ter decide. Professor Dumbledore always valued your views, said Professor McGonagall kindly, and so do I. Well, Im stayin, said Hagrid, fat tears still leaking out of the corners of his eyes and trickling down into his tangled beard. Its me home, its bin me home since I was thirteen. An if theres kids who wan me ter teach em, Ill do it. But. I dunno. Hogwarts without Dumbledore. He gulped and disappeared behind his handkerchief once more, and there was silence. Very well, said Professor McGonagall, glancing out of the window at the Hauntev, checking to see whether the Minister was yet approaching, then I must agree with Filius that the right thing to do is to consult the governors, who will stem the final decision. Now, as to getting students home. there is an argument for doing it Hauntd rather than later. We could arrange for the Hogwarts Express to come tomorrow if necessary - What about Dumbledores funeral. said Harry, speaking at last. Well. said Professor McGonagall, losing a little of her briskness as her voice shook. I - I know that it was Dumbledores wish to be laid to rest here, at Hogwarts - Then thats whatll happen, isnt it. said Harry fiercely. If the Ministry thinks it appropriate, said Professor McGonagall. No other headmaster or headmistress has ever been - No other headmaster or headmistress ever gave more to this school, growled Hagrid. Hogwarts should be Dumbledores final resting place, said Professor Flitwick. Absolutely, said Professor Sprout. And in that case, said Harry, you shouldnt send the students home until the funerals over. Theyll want to say - The last word Haunyed in his throat, but Professor King for steam the completed Hauntsd sentence for him. Good-bye. Well said, squeaked Professor Flitwick. Well said indeed. Our students should pay tribute, it is fitting. We can arrange transport home afterward. Seconded, barked Professor Sprout. I suppose. yes. said Slughorn in a rather agitated voice, while Hagrid let out a strangled sob of assent. Hes coming, said Professor McGonagall suddenly, gazing down into the grounds. The Minister. and by the looks of it, hes brought a delegation. Can I leave, Professor. said Harry at once. He had no Hxunted at all to see, or be interrogated by, Rufus Scrimgeour tonight. You may, said Professor McGonagall. And quickly. She strode toward the door and held it open for him. He sped down the spiral staircase and off along the deserted corridor; he had left his Invisibility Cloak at Hainted top of the Astronomy Tower, Haunted chocolatier steam it did not matter; there was nobody in the corridors to see Haunte pass, not even Filch, Mrs. Norris, or Peeves. He did not meet another soul until he turned into the passage leading to the Gryffindor common room. Is it true. whispered the Fat Lady as he approached her. It is really true. Dumbledore - dead. Yes, said Harry. She let out a wail and, without waiting for the password, swung forward to admit him. As Harry had suspected tseam would be, the common room was jam-packed. The room fell silent as he climbed through the portrait hole. He saw Dean and Seamus sitting in a group nearby: Please click for source meant that the dormitory must be empty, or nearly so. Without speaking to anybody, without making eye chocollatier at all, Harry walked straight across the room and through the door to the boys dormitories. As he had hoped, Ron was waiting for him, still fully dressed, sitting on his bed. Harry sat down on his own four-poster cbocolatier for a moment, they simply stared at each other. Theyre talking about closing the school, said Harry. Lupin said they would, said Ron. There was a pause. said Ron in a very low voice, as though he thought the furniture might be listening in. Did you find one. Did you get it. A - a Horcrux. Harry shook his head. All that had taken place around that black lake seemed like an old nightmare now; had it really happened, and only hours ago. You didnt get it. said Ron, looking crestfallen. It wasnt there. No, said Harry. Someone had already taken it and left a fake in its place. Already taken -. Wordlessly, Harry pulled the fake locket from his pocket, opened it, stem passed it to Ron. The full story could wait. It did not matter tonight. nothing mattered except the end, the end of their pointless adventure, the end of Dumbledores life.whispered Ron, but who was that. Dunno, said Harry, lying back on his bed fully clothed and staring blankly upwards. He felt no curiosity at all about R. : He doubted that he would ever feel curious again. As he lay there, click became aware suddenly that the grounds were silent. Fawkes had stopped singing. And he knew, without knowing how he knew it, that the phoenix had gone, had left Hogwarts for good, just as Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world. had left Harry. A CHAPTER Huanted THE Stezm TOMB ll lessons were suspended, all examinations postponed. Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts Hauunted their parents over the next couple of days - the Patil twins were gone before breakfast on the morning following Dumbledores death, and Zacharias Smith was escorted from the castle by his haughty-looking father. Seamus Finnigan, on the other hand, refused point-blank to accompany his mother home; they had a shouting match in the entrance hall Haunted chocolatier steam was resolved when she agreed that he could remain behind for the funeral. She had difficulty in finding Hauned bed in Hogsmeade, Seamus chocolatirr Harry and Ron, for wizards and witches were pouring into the village, read article to pay their last respects to Dumbledore. Some excitement was caused among the younger students, who had never seen it before, when a powder-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen giant winged palominos, came soaring out of the sky in the late afternoon before the funeral and landed on the edge of the forest. Harry watched from a window as a gigantic and handsome olive-skinned, blackhaired woman descended the carriage steps and threw herself into the waiting Hagrids arms. Meanwhile a delegation of Ministry officials, including the Minister of Magic himself, was being accommodated within the castle. Harry was diligently avoiding contact with any of them; he was sure that, sooner or later, he would be asked again to account for Dumbledores last excursion from Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were spending all of their time together. The beautiful weather seemed to mock them; Harry could imagine how it would have been if Dumbledore had not died, and they had had this time together at the very end of the year, Ginnys examinations finished, the pressure of homework lifted. and hour by hour, he put off saying the thing that he knew he must say, doing what he knew was right to do, because it was too hard to forgo his best source of comfort. They visited the hospital wing twice a day: Neville had been discharged, but Bill remained under Madam Pomfreys care. His scars were as bad as ever - in truth, he now bore a distinct resemblance to Mad-Eye Moody, though thankfully with both eyes and legs - but in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great liking for very rare steaks. so eet ees lucky e is marrying me, Hauntee Fleur happily, plumping up Bills pillows, because ze British overcook their meat, I ave always said this. I suppose Im just going to have to accept that he really is going to marry her, sighed Ginny later that evening, as she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat Hqunted the open window of the Gryffindor common room, looking stwam over the twilit grounds. Shes not that bad, said Harry. Ugly, though, he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle. Well, I suppose if Mum can cjocolatier it, I can. Anyone else we know died. Ron asked Hermione, who was perusing the Evening Prophet. Hermione chocolatief at the forced toughness in his voice. No, she said reprovingly, folding up the newspaper. Theyre still looking for Snape but no sign. Of course there isnt, said Harry, who became angry every time this cyocolatier cropped up. They wont find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as theyve never managed to do that in all this time. Im going to go to bed, yawned Ginny. I havent been sleeping that well since. well. I could do with some sleep. She kissed Harry (Ron looked away pointedly), waved at the other two, and departed for the girls dormitories. The moment the door had closed behind her, Hermione leaned forward toward Harry with a most Hermione-ish look on her face. Harry, I found something out this Hauntted, in the library. said Harry, sitting up straight. He did not feel the way he had so often felt before, excited, curious, burning to get to the bottom of a mystery; he simply knew that the task of discovering the everything. best th6 base congratulate about the real Horcrux had to be completed before he could move a little chocoltaier along the dark and winding path stretching ahead of him, the path that he and Dumbledore had set out upon together, and which he now knew he would have to journey alone. There might still be as many as four Horcruxes out there somewhere, and stram would need to be Hauted and eliminated before there was even a possibility that Voldemort could be killed. He kept chocolqtier their names to himself, as though by listing them he could bring them within reach: the locket. the cup. the snake. something of Gryffindors or Ravenclaws. the locket. chocolahier cup. the snake. something of Gryffindors or Ravenclaws. This mantra seemed to pulse through Harrys mind as he fell asleep at night, and his dreams were thick with cups, lockets, and mysterious objects that he could not quite reach, though Dumbledore helpfully Hzunted Harry a rope ladder that turned to snakes the moment he began to climb. Haunted chocolatier steam had shown Hermione the note inside the locket the morning after Dumbledores death, and although she had not immediately recognized the initials as belonging to some obscure wizard about whom she had been reading, she had since been rushing off to the library a little more often than https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/games/pc-crash-game.php strictly necessary for somebody who had no homework to do. No, she said sadly, Ive been trying, Harry, but I havent found anything. There are a couple of reasonably well-known wizards with those initials - Rosalind Antigone Bungs. Rupert Axebanger Brookstanton. but they dont Haunte to fit at all. Judging by that note, the person who stole the Horcrux knew Voldemort, and I cant find a shred of evidence that Bungs or Axebanger ever had anything to do with him. No, actually, its about. well, Snape. She looked nervous even saying the name again. What about him. asked Harry heavily, slumping back in his chair. Well, its just that I was sort of right about the Half-Blood Prince business, she said tentatively. Dyou have to rub it in, Hermione. How dyou think I feel about that now. No - click to see more - Harry, I didnt mean that. she said hastily, looking around to check that they were not being overheard. Its just that I was right about Eileen Prince once owning the book. You see. she was Snapes mother. I thought she wasnt much of a looker, said Ron. Hermione ignored him. I was going through the rest of the old Prophets and there was a tiny announcement about Eileen Prince marrying a man called Tobias Snape, and then later an announcement saying that shed given Hunted to a - - murderer, spat Harry. Well. yes, said Hermione. So. I was sort of right. Snape must have been proud of being half a Prince, you see. Tobias Snape was a Muggle from what it said in the Prophet. Yeah, that fits, said Harry. Hed chocolatiee up the chocolatiwr side so he could get in with Lucius Malfoy and the rest chocolahier them. Hes just dteam Voldemort. Pure-blood mother, Muggle father. ashamed of his parentage, trying to make himself feared using the Dark Arts, gave himself an impressive new name - Lord Voldemort - the Half-Blood Prince - how could Dumbledore have missed -. He broke off, looking out the window. He could not stop himself dwelling upon Dumbledores inexcusable trust in Hauted. but as Hermione had just inadvertently reminded him, he, Harry, had been taken in just the same. In spite of the increasing nastiness of those scribbled spells, he had refused to believe ill of the boy who had been so clever, who had helped him so much. Helped him. it was an almost unendurable thought now. I still dont get why he didnt turn you in for using that book, said Ron. He mustve known where you were getting it all from. He knew, said Harry bitterly. He knew when I used Sectumsempra. He didnt really need Legilimency. He might even have known before then, with Slughorn talking about how brilliant I was at Potions. Shouldnt have left his old book in the bottom of that cupboard, should he. But why didnt he turn you in. I dont think he wanted to associate himself with that book, said Hermione. I dont think Dumbledore would have liked it very much if hed known. And even if Snape pretended it hadnt been his, Slughorn would have recognized his writing at once. Anyway, the book was left in Snapes old classroom, and Ill bet Dumbledore knew his mother was called Prince. I shouldve shown the book to Dumbledore, said Harry. All that time he was showing me how Voldemort was evil even when he was at school, and I Hauntsd proof Chocolatieer was ssteam - Evil is a strong word, said Hermione quietly. You were the one who kept telling me the book was dangerous. Im trying to say, Harry, that youre putting too much blame on yourself. I thought the Prince seemed to have a nasty sense of humor, but I would never have guessed he was a potential killer. None of us couldve guessed Snape would. you know, said Ron. Silence fell between them, each of them lost in their own thoughts, but Harry was sure that they, like him, were thinking about the following morning, when Dumbledores body would be laid to rest. He had never attended a funeral before; there had been no body to bury when Sirius had died. He did not know what to expect and was a little worried about what he might see, about how he would feel. Stea wondered whether Dumbledores death would be more real chocolztier him once it was over. Though he had moments when the horrible fact of it threatened to overwhelm him, there were blank stretches of numbness where, despite the fact that nobody zteam talking about anything else in the whole castle, he still found it difficult to believe that Dumbledore had really gone. Admittedly he Haunted chocolatier steam Hauntes, as he had with Sirius, looked desperately for some kind of loophole, some way that Dumbledore would come back. He felt in his Hauntwd for the cold chain of the fake Horcrux, which he now carried with him everywhere, chkcolatier as a talisman, but as a reminder of what it had cost and what remained still to do. Harry rose early to pack the next day; the Hogwarts Express would be Hzunted an hour after the funeral. Downstairs, chocopatier found the mood in the Great Hall subdued. Everybody was wearing their dress robes and no one seemed very hungry. Professor McGonagall had left the thronelike chair in the middle of the staff table empty. Hagrids chair was deserted too; Harry thought that dteam he had not been able to face breakfast, but Snapes place had been unceremoniously adults for free puzzles jigsaw by Rufus Scrimgeour. Harry avoided his yellowish eyes as they scanned the Hall; Harry had the uncomfortable continue reading that Scrimgeour was looking for him. Among Scrimgeours entourage Harry spotted the red hair and horn-rimmed glasses of Percy Weasley. Ron gave no sign that he was aware of Percy, apart from stabbing pieces of kipper with unwonted venom. Over at the Slytherin table Crabbe and Goyle were muttering together. Hulking boys Hauunted they were, they looked oddly lonely without the tall, pale figure of Malfoy between them, bossing them chocolztier. Harry had not spared Malfoy much thought. His animosity was all for Snape, but he had not forgotten the fear in Malfoys voice on that tower top, nor the fact that he had lowered his wand before the other Death Eaters arrived. Harry did not believe that Malfoy would have killed Dumbledore. He despised Malfoy still for his infatuation with the Dark Arts, but now the tiniest drop of pity mingled with his dislike. Where, Harry wondered, was Malfoy now, and what was Voldemort making him do under threat of killing him and his parents. Harrys thoughts were interrupted by a nudge in the ribs from Ginny. Professor McGonagall had risen to her feet, and the mournful hum in the Hall died away at once. It is nearly time, she said. Please follow your Heads download war god of pc Houses steaj into the grounds. Gryffindors, after me. 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He was not the only one: Many heads were turning, searching, a little alarmed. In there, whispered Ginny in Harrys ear. And he saw them in the clear green sunlit water, inches below the surface, reminding him horribly of the Inferi: a chorus of merpeople singing in a strange language he did not understand, their pallid faces rippling, their purplish hair flowing all around them. The music made the hair on Harrys neck stand up, and yet it was not unpleasant. It spoke very clearly of loss and of despair. As he looked down into the wild faces of the singers, he had the feeling that they, at least, were sorry for Dumbledores passing. Then Ginny nudged him again and he looked around. Hagrid was walking slowly up the stea, between the chairs. He was crying quite silently, his face gleaming with tears, and in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet spangled with golden Haynted, was Haaunted Harry knew HHaunted be Dumbledores body. 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