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EA公布《哈利波特与死圣》新游 添加第三人称射击
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美国EA公司和华纳兄弟公司宣布将推出两款基于《哈利波特与死圣》的新
　　其中的一款，将会支持PC、DS、PS3、Wii、XBOX360等各大游戏平台，这款游戏将采用第三人称射击模式。EA旗下的强光工作室专门为这款游戏开发了新的高清游戏引擎，这款游戏将尽量忠实于原书，重点将放在行动和战斗上。
　　游戏中的背景大致是伏地魔正在寻找哈利波特身上的灵
碎片，哈利波特和他的朋友们正试图摆脱伏地魔和他的食死徒们。
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　　EA称游戏将会尽量忠实于原电影和原书，人物设定以及法术设定都将参考原著。
　　《哈利波特》系列书籍的结束给了我们一个很好的机会，我们将会制作一款更加具有战斗性的游戏。我们已经开发了一些新的技术，这将为我们证明，魔法是一种很强大的力量。这款游戏中，玩家如果想要生存下来，就必须要不停的使用其所有的技能。强光工作室产品总监乔纳森布尼(Jonathan Bu ey)说。
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“I’mdoingit，I’mdoing–!Oh，it’syou，”saidRoninrelief，asHarryenteredtheroom.Ronlaybackdownonthebed，whichhehadevidentlyjustvacated.Theroomwasjustasme yasithadbeenallweek;theonlychancewasthatHermionewa owsittinginthefarcorner，herfluffygingercat，Crookshanks，atherfeet，sortingbooks，someofwhichHarryrecognizedashisown，intotwoenormou iles.“Hi，Harry，”shesaid，ashesatdownonhiscam ed.“Andhowdidyoumanagetogetaway?”“Oh，Ron’smumforgotthatsheaskedGi yａｎｄmetochangethesheetsyesterday，”saidHermione.ShethrewNumerologyａｎｄGrammaticaontoonepileａｎｄTheRiseａｎｄFalloftheDarkArtsontotheother.“WewerejusttalkingaboutMad-Eye，”RontoldHarry.“Ireckonhemighthavesurvived.”“ButBillsawhimhitbytheKillingCurse，”saidHarry.“Yeah，butBillwasunderattacktoo，”saidRon.“Howcanhebesurewhathesaw?”“EveniftheKillingCursemi ed，Mad-Eyestillfellaboutathousａｎｄfeet，”saidHermione，nowweightQuidditchTeamsofBritainａｎｄIrelａｎｄinherhａｎｄ.“HecouldhaveusedaShieldCharm–““Fleursaidhiswａｎｄwa lastedoutofhishａｎｄ，”saidHarry.“Well，allright，ifyouwanthimtobedead，”saidRongrumpily，punchinghi illowintoamorecomfortableshape.“Ofcoursewedon’twanthimtobedead!”saidHermione，lookingshocked.“It’sdreadfulthathe’sdead!Butwe’rebeingrealistic!”Forthefirsttime，HarryimaginedMad-Eye’ ody，brokenasDumbledore’shadbeen，yetwiththatoneeyestillwhizzinginit ocket.Hefeltastabofrevulsionmixedwithabizarredesiretolaugh.“TheDeathEater robablytidiedupafterthemselves，that’swhynoone’sfoundhim，”saidRonwisely.“Yeah，”saidHarry.“LikeBartyCrouch，turnedintoaboneａｎｄburiedinHagrid’sfrontgarden.Theyprobablytra figuredMoodyａｎｄstuffedhim–““Don’t!”squealedHermione.Startled，HarrylookedoverjustintimetoseeherburstintotearsoverhercopyofSpellman’sSyllabary.“Ohno，”saidHarry，strugglingtogetupfromtheoldcam ed.“Hermione，Iwa ’ttryingtou et–“Butwithagreatcreakingofrustybed rings，Ro oundedoffthebedａｎｄgottherefirst.OnearmaroundHermione，hefishedinhisjea ocketａｎｄwithdrewarevolting-lookinghａｎｄkerchiefthathehadusedtocleanouttheovenearlier.Hastilypullingouthiswａｎｄ，hepointeditattheragａｎｄsaid，“Tergeo.”Thewａｎｄsiphonedoffmostofthegrease.Lookingratherpleasedwithhimself，RonhａｎｄedtheslightlysmokinghａｎｄkerchieftoHermione.“Ohthanks，RonI’msorry”Sheblewhernoseａｎｄhiccu ed.“It’sjustsoawf-ful，i ’tit?R-rightafterDumbledoreIj-justn-neverimaginedMad-Eyedying，somehow，heseemedsotough!”“Yeah，Iknow，”saidRon，givingherasqueeze.“Butyouknowwhathe’dsaytousifhewashere?”“’C-co tantvigilance，’”saidHermione，mo inghereyes.“That’sright，”saidRon，nodding.“He’dtellustolearnfromwhatha enedtohim.AndwhatI’velearnedi ottotrustthatcowardlylittlesquit，Mundungus.”Hermionegaveashakylaughａｎｄleanedforwardtopickuptwomorebooks.Asecondlater，Ronhad atchedhisarmbackfromaroundhershoulder hehaddro edTheMo terofMo tersonhisfoot.Thebookhadbrokenfreefromitsrestrainingbeltａｎｄ a edviciouslyatRon’sankle.
“I’msorry，I’msorry!”HermionecriedasHarrywrenchedthebookfromRon’slegａｎｄretieditshit.“Whatareyoudoingwithallthosebooksanyway?”Ronasked，limpingbacktohi ed.“Justtryingtodecidewhichonestotakewithus，”saidHermione，“Whenwe’relookingfortheHorcruxes.”“Oh，ofcourse，”saidRon，cla ingahａｎｄtohisforehead.“Iforgotwe’llbehuntingdownVoldemortinamobilelibrary.”“Haha，”saidHermione，lookingdownatSpellman’sSyllabary.“Iwonderwillweneedtotra laterunes?It’ o ibleIthinkwe’dbettertakeit，tobesafe.”Shedro edthesyllabaryontothelargerofthetwopilesａｎｄpickedupHogwarts，AHistory.“Listen，”saidHarry.Hehadsatu traight.RonａｎｄHermionelookedathimwithsimilarmixturesofresignationａｎｄdefiance.“IknowyousaidafterDumbledore’sfuneralthatyouwantedtocomewithme，”Harrybegan.“Herehegoes，”Ro aidtoHermione，rollinghiseyes.“Asweknewhewould，”hesighed，turningbacktothebooks.“Youknow，IthinkIwilltakeHogwarts，AHistory.Evenifwe’renotgoingbackthere，Idon’tthinkI’dfeelrightifIdidn’thaveitwith–““Listen!”saidHarryagain.“No，Harry，youlisten，”saidHermione.“We’recomingwithyou.Thatwasdecidedmonthsago–years，really.”“But–““Shutup，”Ronadvisedhim.“–areyousureyou’vethoughtthisthrough?”Harrypersisted.“Let’ ee，”saidHermione，slammingTravelswithTrollsontothediscardedpilewitharatherfiercelook.“I’vebee ackingfordays，sowe’rereadytoleaveatamoment’ otice，whichforyourinformationhasincludeddoingsomeprettydifficultmagic，nottomentio mugglingMad-Eye’swholestockofPolyjuicePotionrightunderRon’smum’ ose.“I’vealsomodifiedmyparents’memorie othatthey’reconvincedthey’rereallycalledWendellａｎｄMonicaWilki ，ａｎｄthattheirlife’sambitionistomovetoAustralia，whichtheyhavenowdone.That’stomakeitmoredifficultforVoldemorttotrackthemdownａｎｄinterrogatethemaboutme–oryou，becauseunfortunately，I’vetoldthemquiteabitaboutyou.“A umingIsurviveourhuntfortheHorcruxes，I’llfindMumａｎｄDadａｎｄlifttheenchantment.IfIdon’t–well，IthinkI’vecastagoodenoughcharmtokeepthemsafeａｎｄha y.WendellａｎｄMonicaWilki don’tknowthatthey’vegotadaughter，yousee.”Hermione’seyeswereswimmingwithtearsagain.Rongotbackoffthebed，puthisarmaroundheroncemore，ａｎｄfrownedatHarryasthoughreproachinghimforlackoftact.Harrycouldnotthinkofanythingtosay，notleastbecauseitwashighlyunusualforRontobeteachinganyoneelsetact.“I–Hermione，I’msorry–Ididn’t–““Didn’trealizethatRonａｎｄIknowperfectlywellwhatmightha enifwecomewithyou?Well，wedo.Ron，showHarrywhatyou’vedone.”“Nah，he’sjusteaten，”saidRon.“Goon，heneedstoknow!”“Oh，allright.Harry，comehere.”ForthesecondtimeRonwithdrewhisarmfromaroundHermioneａｎｄstumpedovertothedoor.“C’mon.”“Why?”Harryasked，followingRonoutoftheroomontothetinylａｎｄing.“Descendo，”mutteredRon，pointinghiswａｎｄatthelowceiling.Ahatchopenedrightovertheirheadsａｎｄaladdersliddowntotheirfeet.Ahorrible，half-sucking，half-moaningsoundcameoutofthesquarehole，alongwithanu leasantsmelllikeopendrai .“That’syourghoul，i ’tit?”askedHarry，whohadneveractuallymetthecreaturethatsometimesdisruptedthenightlysilence.“Yeah，itis，”saidRon，climbingtheladder.“Comeａｎｄhavealookathim.”HarryfollowedRonupthefewshortste intothetinyattic ace.Hisheadａｎｄshoulderswereintheroombeforehecaughtsightofthecreaturecurledupafewfeetfromhim，fastasleepinthegloomwithitslargemouthwideopen.“Butititlooksdoghoul ormallywearpajamas?”“No，”saidRon.“Norhavetheyusuallygotredhairorthatnumberofpustules.”Harrycontemplatedthething，slightlyrevolted.Itwashumani hapeａｎｄsize，ａｎｄwaswearingwhat，nowthatHarry’seye ecameusedtothedarkne ，wasclearlyanoldpairofRon’ ajamas.Hewasalsosurethatghoulsweregenerallyratherslimyａｎｄbald，ratherthandistinctlyhairyａｎｄcoveredinangrypurpleblisters.“He’sme，see?”saidRon.“No，”saidHarry.“Idon’t.”“I’llexplainitbackinmyroom，thesmell’sgettingtome，”saidRon.Theyclimbedbackdowntheladder，whichRonreturnedtotheceiling，ａｎｄrejoinedHermione，whowa tillsortingbooks.“Oncewe’veleft，theghoul’sgoingtocomeａｎｄlivedownhereinmyroom，”saidRon.“Ithinkhe’sreallylookingforwardtoit–well，it’shardtotell，becauseallhecandoismoanａｎｄdrool–buthenodsalotwhenyoumentionit.Anyway，he’sgoingtobemewith attergroit.Good，eh?”Harrymerelylookedhisconfusion.“Itis!”saidRon，clearlyfrustratedthatHarryhadnotgra edthebrillianceoftheplan.“Look，whenwethreedon’tturnupatHogwartsagain，everyone’sgoingtothinkHermioneａｎｄImustbewithyou，right?Whichmea theDeathEaterswillgostraightforourfamiliestoseeifthey’vegotinformationonwhereyouare.”“Buthopefullyit’lllooklikeI’vegoneawaywithMumａｎｄDad;alotofMuggle-bor aretalkingaboutgoingintohidingatthemoment，”saidHermione.“Wecan’thidemywholefamily，it’lllooktoofishyａｎｄtheycan’tallleavetheirjo ，”saidRon.“Sowe’regoingtoputoutthestorythatI’mseriouslyillwith attergroit，whichiswhyIcan’tgobacktoschool.Ifanyonecomescallingtoinvestigate，MumorDadca howthemtheghoulinmybed，coveredi ustules.Spattergroit’sreallycontagious，sothey’renotgoingtowanttogonearhim.Itwon’tmatterthathecan’tsayanything，either，becausea arentlyyoucan’toncethefungusha readtoyouruvula.”“Andyourmumａｎｄdadareinonthi lan?”askedHarry.“Dadis.HehelpedFredａｎｄGeorgetra formtheghoul.Mumwell，you’veseenwhatshe’slike.Shewon’tacceptwe’regoingtillwe’regone.”Therewa ilenceintheroom，brokenonlybygentlethudsasHermionecontinuedtothrowbooksontoonepileortheother.Ro atwatchingher，ａｎｄHarrylookedfromonetotheother，unabletosayanything.Themeasuretheyhadtakentoprotecttheirfamiliesmadehimrealize，morethananythingelsecouldhavedone，thattheyreallyweregoingtocomewithhimａｎｄthattheyknewexactlyhowdangerousthatwouldbe.Hewantedtotellthemwhatthatmeanttohim，buthesimplycouldnotfindwordsimportantenough.ThroughthesilencecamethemuffledsoundsofMrs.Weasleyshoutingfromfourfloor elow.“Gi y’ robablylefta eckofdustonapoxynapkinring，”saidRon.“Idu owhytheDelacourshavegottocometwoday eforethewedding.”“Fleur’ ister’sabridesmaid，sheneedstobeherefortherehearsal，ａｎｄshe’stooyoungtocomeonherown，”saidHermione，a heporedindecisivelyoverBreakwithaBa hee.“Well，guestsaren’tgoingtohelpMum’ tre levels，”saidRon.“Whatwereallyneedtodecide，”saidHermione，to ingDefe iveMagicalTheoryintothebinwithoutasecondglanceａｎｄpickingupAnA raisalofMagicalEducationinEurope，“iswherewe’regoingafterweleavehere.IknowyousaidyouwantedtogotoGodric’sHollowfirst，Harry，ａｎｄIunderstａｎｄwhy，butwellshouldn’twemaketheHorcruxesourpriority?”“IfweknewwhereanyoftheHorcruxeswere，I’dagreewithyou，”saidHarry，whodidnotbelievethatHermionereallyunderstoodhisdesiretoreturntoGodric’sHollow.Hi arents’graveswereonlypartoftheattraction:Hehadastrong，thoughinexplicable，feelingthattheplacehelda wersforhim.Perha itwa implybecauseitwastherethathehadsurvivedVoldemort’sKillingCurse owthathewasfacingthechallengeofrepeatingthefeat，Harrywasdrawntotheplacewhereithadha ened，wantingtounderstａｎｄ.
“Don’tyouthinkthere’sapo ibilitythatVoldemort’skeepingawatchonGodric’sHollow?”Hermioneasked.“Hemightexpectyoutogobackａｎｄvisityourparents’gravesonceyou’refreetogowhereveryoulike?”ThishadnotoccurredtoHarry.Whilehestruggledtofindacounterargument，Ro okeup，evidentlyfollowinghisowntrainofthought.“ThisR.A.B.person，”hesaid.“Youknow，theonewhostolethereallocket?”Hermionenodded.“Hesaidinhi otehewasgoingtodestroyit，didn’the?”HarrydraggedhisrucksacktowardhimａｎｄpulledoutthefakeHorcruxinwhichR.A.B.’ otewa tillfolded.“’IhavestolentherealHorcruxａｎｄintendtodestroyita oonasIcan.’”Harryreadout.“Well，whatifhedidfinishitoff?”saidRon.“Orshe.”InterposedHermione.“Whichever，”saidRon.“it’dbeonele forustodo!”“Yes，butwe’restillgoingtohavetotryａｎｄtracethereallocket，aren’twe?”saidHermione，“tofindoutwhetherornotit’sdestroyed.”“Andoncewegetholdofit，howdoyoudestroyaHorcrux?”askedRon.“Well，”saidHermione，“I’vebeenresearchingthat.”“How?”askedHarry.“Ididn’tthinktherewereanybooksonHorcruxesinthelibrary?”“Thereweren’t，”saidHermione，whohadturnedpink.“Dumbledoreremovedthemall，buthe–hedidn’tdestroythem.”Ro atu traight，wide-eyed.“HowinthenameofMerlin’ antshaveyoumanagedtogetyourhａｎｄsonthoseHorcruxbooks?”“It–itwa ’tstealing!”saidHermione，lookingfromHarrytoRonwithakindofde eration.“Theywerestilllibrarybooks，evenifDumbledorehadtakenthemofftheshelves.Anyway，ifhereallydidn’twantanyonetogetatthem，I’msurehewouldhavemadeitmuchharderto–““Gettothepoint!”saidRon.“Wellitwaseasy，”saidHermioneinasmallvoice.“IjustdidaSummoningCharm.Youknow–Accio.And–theyzoomedoutofDumbledore’ tudywindowrightintothegirls’dormitory.”“Butwhendidyoudothis?”Harryasked，regardingHermionewithamixtureofadmirationａｎｄincredulity.
“Justafterhis–Dumbledore’s–funeral，”saidHermioneinaneve mallervoice.“Rightafterweagreedwe’dleaveschoolａｎｄgoａｎｄlookfortheHorcruxes.WhenIwentbacku tairstogetmythingsit–itjustoccurredtomethatthemoreweknewaboutthem，thebetteritwouldbeａｎｄIwasaloneintheresoItriedａｎｄitworked.TheyflewstraightinthroughtheopenwindowａｎｄI–Ipackedthem.”Sheswallowedａｎｄthe aidimploringly，“Ican’tbelieveDumbledorewouldhavebeenangry，it’ otasthoughwe’regoingtousetheinformationtomakeaHorcrux，isit?”“Canyouhearuscomplaining?”saidRon.“Wherearethesebooksanyway?”Hermionerummagedforamomentａｎｄthenextractedfromthepilealargevolume，boundinfadedblackleather.Shelookedalittlenauseatedａｎｄhelditasgingerlyasifitweresomethingrecentlydead.
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“Thisistheonethatgivesexpliciti tructio onhowtomakeaHorcrux.SecretsoftheDarkestArt–it’sahorriblebook，reallyawful，fullofevilmagic.IwonderwhenDumbledoreremoveditfromthelibraryifhedidn’tdoituntilhewasheadmaster，IbetVoldemortgotallthei tructionheneededfromhere.”“WhydidhehavetoaskSlughornhowtomakeaHorcrux，then，ifhe’dalreadyreadthat?”askedRon.“Heonlya roachedSlughorntofindoutwhatwouldha enifyou lityoursoulintoseven，”saidHarry.“Dumbledorewa ureRiddlealreadyknewhowtomakeaHorcruxbythetimeheaskedSlughornaboutthem.Ithinkyou’reright，Hermione，thatcouldeasilyhavebeenwherehegottheinformation.”“AndthemoreI’vereadaboutthem，”saidHermione，“themorehorribletheyseem，ａｎｄthele Ica elievethatheactuallymadesix.Itwar inthi ookhowu tableyoumaketherestofyoursoulbyri ingit，ａｎｄthat’sjustbymakingoneHorcrux!”HarryrememberedwhatDumbledorehadsaidaboutVoldemortmovingbeyond“usualevil.”
“I ’tthereanywayofputtingyourselfbacktogether?”Ronasked.“Yes，”saidHermionewithahollowsmile，“butitwouldbeexcruciatinglypainful.”“Why?Howdoyoudoit?”askedHarry.“Remorse，”saidHermione.“You’vegottoreallyfeelwhatyou’vedone.There’safootnote.A arentlythepainofitcandestroyyou.Ican’tseeVoldemortattemptingitsomehow，canyou?”“No，”saidRon，beforeHarrycoulda wer.“SodoesitsayhowtodestroyHorcruxesinthatbook?”“Yes，”saidHermione，nowturningthefragilepagesasifexaminingrottingentrails，“becauseitwar Darkwizardshowstrongtheyhavetomaketheenchantmentsonthem.FromallthatI’veread，whatHarrydidtoRiddle’sdiarywasoneofthefewreallyfoolproofwaysofdestroyingaHorcrux.”“What，sta ingitwithabasiliskfang?”askedHarry.“Ohwell，luckywe’vegotsuchalargesu lyofbasiliskfangs，then，”saidRon.“Iwaswonderingwhatweweregoingtodowiththem.”“Itdoe ’thavetobeabasiliskfang，”saidHermionepatiently.“IthastobesomethingsodestructivethattheHorcruxcan’trepairitself.Basiliskvenomonlyhasoneantidote，ａｎｄit’sincrediblyrare–““–phoenixtears，”saidHarry，nodding.“Exactly，”saidHermione.“Ourproblemisthatthereareveryfewsu tancesasdestructivea asiliskvenom，ａｎｄthey’realldangeroustocarryaroundwithyou.That’saproblemwe’regoingtohavetosolve，though，becauseri ing，smashing，orcrushingaHorcruxwon’tdothetrick.You’vegottoputitbeyondmagicalrepair.”“Butevenifwewreckthethingitlivesin，”saidRon，“whycan’tthebitofsoulinitjustgoａｎｄlivei omethingelse?”“BecauseaHorcruxisthecompleteo ositeofahuma eing.”SeeingthatHarryａｎｄRonlookedthoroughlyconfused，Hermionehurriedon.“Look，ifIpickedupaswordrightnow，Ron，ａｎｄranyouthroughwithit，Iwouldn’tdamageyoursoulatall.””Whichwouldbearealcomforttome，I’msure，”saidRon.Harrylaughed.“Itshouldbe，actually!Butmypointisthatwhateverha e toyourbody，yoursoulwillsurvive，untouched，”saidHermione.“Butit’stheotherwayroundwithaHorcrux.Thefragmentofsouli ideitdependsonitscontainer，itsenchantedbody，forsurvival.Itcan’texistwithoutit.”“ThatdiarysortofdiedwhenIsta edit，”saidHarry，rememberinginkpouringlikebloodfromthepuncturedpages，ａｎｄthescreamsofthepieceofVoldemort’ oulasitvanished.“Andoncethediarywa roperlydestroyed，thebitofsoultra edinitcouldnolongerexist.Gi ytriedtogetridofthediarybeforeyoudid，flushingitaway，butobviouslyitcamebackgooda ew.”“Hangon，”saidRon，frowning.“Thebitofsoulinthatdiarywa o e ingGi y，wa ’tit?Howdoesthatwork，then?”“Whilethemagicalcontaineri tillintact，thebitofsouli ideitcanflitinａｎｄoutofsomeoneiftheygettooclosetotheobject.Idon’tmeanholdingitfortoolong，it’ othingtodowithtouchingit，”sheaddedbeforeRoncould eak.“Imeancloseemotionally.Gi ypouredherheartoutintothatdiary，shemadeherselfincrediblyvulnerable.You’reintroubleifyougettoofondofordependentontheHorcrux.”“IwonderhowDumbledoredestroyedthering?”saidHarry.“Whydidn’tIaskhim?Ineverreally”Hisvoicetrailedaway:HewasthinkingofallthethingsheshouldhaveaskedDumbledore，ａｎｄofhow，sincetheheadmasterhaddied，itseemedtoHarrythathehadwastedsomanyo ortunitieswhenDumbledorehadbeenalive，tofindoutmoretofindouteverythingThesilencewa hatteredasthebedroomdoorflewopenwithawall-shakingcrash.Hermioneshriekedａｎｄdro edSecretsoftheDarkestArt;Crookshank treakedunderthebed，hi ingindignantly;Ronjumpedoffthebed，skiddedonadiscardedChocolateFrogwra er，ａｎｄsmackedhisheadontheo ositewall;ａｎｄHarryi tinctivelydivedforhiswａｎｄbeforerealizingthathewaslookingupatMrs.Weasley，whosehairwasdisheveledａｎｄwhosefacewascontortedwithrage.“I’msosorrytobreakupthiscozylittlegathering，”shesaid，hervoicetrembling.“I’msureyouallneedyourrestbutthereareweddingpresent tackedinmyroomthatneedsortingoutａｎｄIwasundertheimpre ionthatyouhadagreedtohelp.”“Ohyes，”saidHermione，lookingterrifieda heleapttoherfeet，sendingbooksflyingineverydirection.“wewillwe’resorry”WithananguishedlookatHarryａｎｄRon，HermionehurriedoutoftheroomafterMrs.Weasley.“it’slikebeingahouse-elf，”complainedRoninanundertone，stillma aginghisheadasheａｎｄHarryfollowed.“Exceptwithoutthejo atisfaction.Thesoonerthiswedding’sover，theha ier，I’llbe.”“Yeah，”saidHarry，“thenwe’llhavenothingtodoexceptfindHorcruxesIt’llbelikeaholiday，won’tit?”Ro tartedtolaugh，butatthesightoftheenormou ileofweddingpresentswaitingfortheminMrs.Weasley’sroom，sto edquiteabruptly.TheDelacoursarrivedthefollowingmorningateleveno’clock.Harry，Ron，HermioneａｎｄGi ywerefeelingquiteresentfultowardFleur’sfamilybythistime;ａｎｄitwaswithillgracethatRo tumpedbacku tairstoputonmatchingsocks，ａｎｄHarryattemptedtoflattenhishair.Oncetheyhadallbeendeemedsmartenough，theytroopedoutintothesu ybackyardtoawaitthevisitors.Harryhadneverseentheplacelookingsotidy.Therustycauldro ａｎｄoldWellingto ootsthatusuallylitteredtheste ythebackdoorweregone，replacedbytwonewFlutterbybushe tａｎｄingeithersideofthedoorinlargepot thoughtherewa obreeze，theleaveswavedlazily，givinganattractiveri lingeffect.Thechicke hadbee hutaway，theyardhadbee wept，ａｎｄthenearbygardenhadbee runed，plucked，ａｎｄgenerally rucedup，althoughHarry，wholikeditinitsovergrow tate，thoughtthatitlookedratherforlornwithoutitsusualcontingentofcaperinggnomes.Hehadlosttrackofhowmanysecurityenchantmentshadbee lacedupontheBurrowbyboththeOrderａｎｄtheMinistry;allheknewwasthatitwa olongerpo ibleforanybodytotravelbymagicdirectlyintotheplace.Mr.WeasleyhadthereforegonetomeettheDelacoursontopofanearbyhill，wheretheyweretoarrivebyPortkey.Thefirstsoundoftheira roachwasanunusuallyhigh-pitchedlaugh，whichturnedouttobecomingfromMr.Weasley，whoa earedatthegatemomentslater，ladenwithluggageａｎｄleadingabeautifulblondewomaninlong，leafgreenrobes，whocouldbeFleur’smother.“Maman!”criedFleur，rushingforwardtoembraceher.“Papa!”Mo ieurDelacourwa owherenearasattractiveashiswife;hewasaheadshorterａｎｄextremelyplumb，withalittle，pointedblackbeard.However，helookedgood-natured.BouncingtowardsMrs.Weasleyonhigh-heeledboots，heki edhertwiceoneachcheek，leavingherflustered.“You‘avebee omuchtrouble，”hesaidinadeepvoice.“Fleurtellsusyou‘avebeenworkingvery‘ard.”“Oh，it’ ee othing，nothing!”trilledMrs.Weasley.“Notroubleatall!”Ronrelievedhisfeeling yaimingakickatagnomewhowa eeringoutfrombehindoneofthenewFlutterbybushes.“Dearlady!”saidMo ieurDelacour，stillholdingMrs.Weasley’shａｎｄbetweenhisowntwoplumponesａｎｄbeaming.“Wearemosthonoredatthea roachingunionofourtwofamilies!Letmepresentmywife，Apolline.”MadameDelacourglidedforwardａｎｄstoopedtoki Mrs.Weasleytoo.“Enchantée，”shesaid.“Your‘u ａｎｄ‘a eentellingu uchamusingstories!”Mr.Weasleygaveamaniacallaugh;Mrs.Weasleythrewhimalook，uponwhichhebecameimmediatelysilentａｎｄa umedanexpre iona ropriatetothesickbedofaclosefriend.“And，ofcourse，you‘avemetmyleetledaughter，Gabrielle!”saidMo ieurDelacour.GabriellewasFleurinminiature;elevenyearsold，withwaist-lengthhairofpure，silveryblonde，shegaveMrs.Weasleyadazzlingsmileａｎｄhuggedher，thenthrewHarryaglowinglook，battinghereyelashes.Gi yclearedherthroatloudly.“Well，comein，do!”saidMrs.Weasleybrightly，ａｎｄsheusheredtheDelacoursintothehouse，withmany“No，please!”sａｎｄ“Afteryou!”sａｎｄ“Notatall!”s.TheDelacours，itsoontra ired，werehelpful，pleasantguests.Theywerepleasedwitheverythingａｎｄkeentoa istwiththepreparatio forthewedding.Mo ieurDelacourpronouncedeverythingfromtheseatingplantothebridesmaids’shoes“Charmant!”MadameDelacourwasmostaccomplishedathousehold ellsａｎｄhadtheove roperlycleanedinatrice;Gabriellefollowedhereldersisteraround，tryingtoa istinanywayshecouldａｎｄja eringawayinrapidFrench.Onthedow ide，theBurrowwa otbuilttoaccommodatesomanypeople.Mr.ａｎｄMrs.Weasleywerenowsleepinginthesittingroom，havingshouteddownMo ieurａｎｄMadameDelacour’ rotestsａｎｄi istedtheytaketheirbedroom.Gabriellewa leepingwithFleurinPercy’soldroom，ａｎｄBillwouldbesharingwithCharlie，hi estman，onceCharliearrivedfromRomania.O ortunitiestomakepla togetherbecamevirtuallynonexistent，ａｎｄitwasinde erationthatHarry，RonａｎｄHermionetooktovolunteeringtofeedthechicke justtoescapetheovercrowdedhouse.“Butshestillwon’tleaveusalone!” arledRon，ａｎｄtheirsecondattemptatameetingintheyardwasfoiledbythea earanceofMrs.Weasleycarryingalargebasketoflaundryinherarms.“Oh，good，you’vefedthechicke ，”shecalleda hea roachedthem.“We’dbettershutthemawayagai eforethemenarrivetomorrowtoputupthetentforthewedding，”sheexplained，pausingtoleanagai tthehenhouse.Shelookedexhausted.“Millamant’sMagicMarqueesthey’reverygood.Bill’sescortingthemYou’dbetterstayi idewhilethey’rehere，Harry.Imustsayitdoescomplicateorganizingawedding，havingallthesesecurity ellsaroundtheplace.”“I’msorry，”saidHarryhumbly.“Oh，don’tbesilly，dear!”saidMrs.Weasleyatonce.“Ididn’tmean–well，yoursafety’smuchmoreimportant!Actually，I’vebeenwantingtoaskyouhowyouwanttocelebrateyourbirthday，Harry.Seventeen，afterall，it’sanimportantday”“Idon’twantafu ，”saidHarryquickly，envisagingtheadditionalstrainthiswouldputonthemall.“Really，Mrs.Weasley，justanormaldi erwouldbefineIt’sthedaybeforethewedding”“Oh，well，ifyou’resure，dear.I’llinviteRemusａｎｄTonks，shallI?AndhowaboutHagrid?”“That’dbegreat，”saidHarry.“Butplease，don’tgotoloadsoftrouble.”“Notatall，notatallIt’ otrouble”
Shelookedathim，along，searchinglook，the miledalittlesadly，straightenedup，ａｎｄwalkedaway.Harrywatcheda hewavedherwａｎｄnearthewashingline，ａｎｄthedampclothesroseintotheairtohangthemselvesup，ａｎｄsuddenlyhefeltagreatwaveofremorsefortheinconvenienceａｎｄthepainhewasgivingher.
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Hewaswalkingalongamountainroadinthecoolbluelightofdawn.Farbelow，swathedinmist，wastheshadowofasmalltown.Wasthemanhesoughtdownthere，themanheneededsobadlyhecouldthinkoflittleelse，themanwhoheldthea wer，thea wertohi roblem?"Oi，wakeup."Harryopenedhiseyes.Hewaslyingagainonthecam edinRon’sdingyatticroom.Thesunhadnotyetrisenａｎｄtheroomwa tillshadowy.Pigwidgeonwasasleepwithhisheadunderhistinywing.ThescaronHarry’sforeheadwa rickling."Youweremutteringinyoursleep.""WasI?""Yeah.’Gregorovitch.’Youkeptsaying’Gregorovitch.’"Harrywa otwearinghisgla e Ron’sfacea earedslightlyblurred."Who’sGregorovitch?""Idu o，doI?"Youweretheonesayingit."Harryru edhisforehead，thinking.Hehadavagueideahehadheardthenamebefore，buthecouldnotthinkwhere."IthinkVoldemort’slookingforhim.""Poorbloke，"saidRonfervently.Harrysatup，stillru inghi car，nowwideawake.Hetriedtorememberexactlywhathehadseeninthedream，butallthatcamebackwasamountainoushorizonａｎｄtheoutlineofthelittlevillagecradledinadeepvalley."Ithinkhe’sabroad.""Who，Gregorovitch?""Voldemort.Ithinkhe’ omewhereabroad，lookingforGregorovitch.Itdidn’tlooklikeanywhereinBritain.""Youreckonyouwereseeingintohismindagain?"Ro oundedworried."Domeafavorａｎｄdon’ttellHermione，"saidHarry."Althoughhowsheexpectsmetosto eeingstuffinmysleep"HegazedupatlittlePigwidgeon’scage，thinkingWhywasthename"Gregorovitch"familiar?"Ithink，"hesaidslowly，"he’sgotsomethingtodowithQuidditch.There’ omeco ection，butIcan’t——Ican’tthinkwhatitis."
"Quidditch?"saidRon."Sureyou’renotthinkingofGorgovitch?"
"DragomirGorgovitch，Chaser，tra ferredtotheChudleyCa o forarecordfeetwoyearsago.RecordholderformostQuaffledro inaseason.""No，"saidHarry."I’mdefinitelynotthinkingofGorgovitch."
"Itrynottoeither，"saidRon."Well，ha ybirthdayanyway.""Wow——that’sright，Iforgot!I’mseventeen!"Harryseizedthewａｎｄlyingbesidehiscam ed，pointeditatthecluttereddeskwherehehadlefthisgla es，ａｎｄsaid，"AccioGla es!"Althoughtheywereonlyaroundafootaway，therewa omethingimme elysatisfyingaboutseeingthemzoomtowardhim，atleastuntiltheypokedhimintheeye."Slick，" ortedRon.RevelingintheremovalofhisTrace，HarrysentRon’ o e io flyingaroundtheroom，causingPigwidgeontowakeupａｎｄflutterexcitedlyaroundhiscage.Harryalsotriedtyingthelacesofhistrainer ymagic(theresultantknottookseveralminutestountiebyhａｎｄ)ａｎｄ，purelyforthepleasureofit，turnedtheorangerobesonRon’sChudleyCa o oster rightblue."I’ddoyourflybyhａｎｄ，though，"RonadvisedHarry， iggeringwhenHarryimmediatelycheckedit."Here’syourpresent.Unwrapituphere，it’ otformymother’seyes.""Abook?"saidHarryashetooktherectangularparcel."Bitofadeparturefromtradition，i ’tit?""Thisi ’tyouraveragebook，"saidRon."It’dpuregold:TwelveFail-SafeWaystoCharmWitches.Explai everythingyouneedtoknowaboutgirls.IfonlyI’dhadthislastyearI’dhaveknownexactlyhowtogetridofLavenderａｎｄIwould’veknownhowtogetgoingwithWell，FredａｎｄGeorgegavemeacopy，ａｎｄI’velearnedalot.You’dbesurprised，it’ otallaboutwａｎｄwork，either."Whentheyarrivedinthekitchentheyfoundapileofpresentswaitingonthetable.BillａｎｄMo ieurDelacourwerefinishingtheirbreakfasts，whileMrs.Weasleystoodchattingtothemoverthefryingpan."Arthurtoldmetowishyouaha yseventeenth，Harry，"saidMrs.Weasley，beamingathim."Hehadtoleaveearlyforwork，buthe’llbebackfordi er.That’sourpresentontop."Harrysatdown，tookthesquareparcelshehadindicated，ａｎｄunwra edit.I idewasawatchveryliketheoneMr.ａｎｄMrs.WeasleyhadgivenRonforhi eventeenth;itwasgold，withstarscirclingaroundtheracei teadofhａｎｄs."It’straditionaltogiveawizardawatchwhenhecomesofage，"saidMrs.Weasley，watchinghimanxiouslyfrombesidethecooker."I’mafraidthatonei ’tnewlikeRon’s，itwasactuallymybrotherFabian’sａｎｄhewa ’tterriblycarefulwithhi o e io ，it’sabitdentedontheback，but——"Therestofher eechwaslost;Harryhadgotupａｎｄhuggedher.Hetriedtoputalotofu aidthingsintothehugａｎｄperha heunderstoodthem，becauseshepattedhischeekclumsilywhenhereleasedher，thenwavedherwａｎｄinaslightlyrａｎｄomway，causinghalfapackofbacontoflopoutofthefryingpanontothefloor."Ha ybirthday，Harry!"saidHermione，hurryingintothekitchenａｎｄaddingherow resenttothetopofthepile."It’ otmuch，butIhopeyoulikeit.Whatdidyougethim?"sheaddedtoRon，whoseemednottohearher."Comeon，then，openHermione’s!"saidRon.ShehadboughthimanewSneakoscope.TheotherpackagescontainedanenchantedrazorfromBillａｎｄFleur("Ahyes，ziswillgiveyouzesmoothestshaveyouwillever’ave，"Mo ieurDelacoura uredhim，"butyoumusttellitclearlywhatyouwantozzerwiseyoumightfindyou’avealeetlele hairzanyouwouldlike")，chocolatesfromtheDelacours，ａｎｄanenormou oxofthelatestWeasleys’WizardWheezesmerchａｎｄisefromFredａｎｄGeorge.Harry，Ron，ａｎｄHermionedidnotlingeratthetable，asthearrivalofMadameDelacour，Fleur，ａｎｄGabriellemadethekitchenuncomfortablycrowded."I’llpacktheseforyou，"Hermionesaidbrightly，takingHarry’ resentsoutofhisarmsasthethreeofthemheadedbacku tairs."I’mnearlydone，I’mjustwaitingfortherestofyourunderpantstocomeoutofthewash，Ron——"Ron’ lutterwasinterruptedbytheopeningofadooronthefirst-floorlａｎｄing."Harry，willyoucomeinhereamoment?"
ItwasGi y.Roncametoanabrupthalt，butHermionetookhimbytheelbowａｎｄtuggedhimonupthestairs.Feelingnervous，HarryfollowedGi yintoherroom.Hehadneverbeeni ideitbefore.Itwa mall，butbright.TherewasalargeposteroftheWizardingbａｎｄtheWeirdSistersononewall，ａｎｄapictureofGwenogJones，Captainoftheall-witchQuidditchteamtheHolyheadHarpies，ontheother.Adeskstoodfacingtheopenwindow，whichlookedoutovertheorchardwhereheａｎｄGi yhadonceplayedatwo-a-sideQuidditchwithRonａｎｄHermione，ａｎｄwhichnowhousedalarge，pearlywhitemarquee.ThegoldenflagontopwaslevelwithGi y’swindow.Gi ylookedupintoHarry’sface，tookadee reath，ａｎｄsaid，"Ha yseventeenth.""Yeahthanks."Shewaslookingathimsteadily;hehowever，founditdifficulttolookbackather;itwaslikegazingintoabrilliantlight."Niceview，"hesaidfeebly，pointingtowardwithwindow.Sheignoredthis.Hecouldnotblameher."Icouldn’tthinkwhattogetyou，"shesaid.
"Youdidn’thavetogetmeanything."Shedisregardedthistoo."Ididn’tknowwhatwouldbeuseful.Nothingtoobig，becauseyouwouldn’tbeabletotakeitwithyou."Hechancedaglanceather.Shewa ottearful;thatwasoneofthemanywonderfulthingsaboutGi y，shewasrarelyweepy.Hehadsometimesthoughtthathavingsixbrothersmusthavetoughenedherup.Shetookastepclosertohim."SothenIthought，I’dlikeyoutohavesomethingtoremembermeby，youknow，ifyoumeetsomeveelawhenyou’reoffdoingwhateveryou’redoing.""Ithinkdatingo ortunitiesaregoingtobeprettythinontheground，tobehonest."
"There’sthesilverliningI’vebeenlookingfor，"shewhi ered，ａｎｄthe hewaski inghima hehadneverki edhimbefore，ａｎｄHarrywaski ingherback，ａｎｄitwa li fuloblivio etterthanfirewhisky hewastheonlyrealthingintheworld，Gi y，thefeelofher，onehａｎｄatherbackａｎｄoneinherlong，sweet-smellinghair——Thedoorbangedope ehindthemａｎｄtheyjumpedapart."Oh，"saidRo ointedly."Sorry.""Ron!"Hermionewasjustbehindhim，slightoutofbreath.Therewasastrainedsilence，thenGi yhadsaidinaflatlittlevoice，"Well，ha ybirthdayanyway，Harry."Ron’searswerescarlet;Hermionelookednervous.Harrywantedtoslamthedoorintheirfaces，butitfeltasthoughacolddrafthadenteredtheroomwhenthedooropened，ａｎｄhi hiningmomenthadpo edlikeasoa u le.Allthereaso forendinghisrelatio hipwithGi y，forstayingwellawayfromher，seemedtohaveslunki idetheroomwithRon，ａｎｄallha yforgetfulne wasgone.HelookedatGi y，wantingtosaysomething，thoughhehardlyknewwhat，butshehadturnedherbackonhim.Hethoughtthatshemighthavesuccumbed，foronce，totears.HecouldnotdoanythingtocomfortherinfrontofRon."I’llseeyoulater，"hesaid，ａｎｄfollowedtheothertwooutofthebedroom.Ronmarcheddow tairs，thoughthestill-crowdedkitchenａｎｄintotheyard，ａｎｄHarrykeptpacewithhimalltheway，Hermionetrottingalongbehindthemlookingscared.Oncehereachedtheseclusionofthefreshlymownlawn，RonroundedonHarry."Youditchedher.Whatareyoudoingnow，me ingheraround?""I’mnotme ingheraround，"saidHarry，asHermionecaughtupwiththem.
"Ron——"ButRonheldupahａｎｄtosilenceher."Shewasreallycutupwhenyouendedit——""SowasI.YouknowwhyIsto edit，ａｎｄitwa ’tbecauseIwantedto.""Yeah，butyougo ogginghernowａｎｄshe’sjustgoingtogetherhopesupagain——""She’ otanidiot，sheknowsitcan’tha en，she’ otexpectingusto——toendupmarried，or——"Ashesaidit，avividpictureformedinHarry’smindofGi yinawhitedre ，marryingatall，facele ，ａｎｄu leasantstranger.
Inone iralingmomentitseemedtohithim:Herfuturewasfreeａｎｄunencumbered，whereashishecouldseenothingbutVoldemortahead."Ifyoukeepgropinghereverychanceyouget——""Itwon’tha enagain，"saidHarryharshly.Thedaywascloudle ，buthefeltasthoughthesunhadgonein."Okay?"
Ronlookedhalfresentful，halfsheepish;herockedbackwardａｎｄforwardonhisfeetforamoment，the aid，"Rightthen，well，that’syeah."Gi ydidnotseekanotherone-to-onemeetingwithHarryfortherestoftheday，norbyanylookorgesturedidsheshowthattheyhadsharedmoretha oliteconversationinherroom.Neverthele ，Charlie’sarrivalcameasarelieftoHarry.Itprovidedadistraction，watchingMrs.WeasleyforceCharlieintoachair，raiseherwａｎｄthreateningly，ａｎｄa ouncethathewasabouttogetaproperhaircut.AsHarry’ irthdaydi erwouldhavestretchedtheBurrow’skitchentobreakingpointeve eforethearrivalofCharlie，Lupin，Tonks，ａｎｄHagrid，severaltableswereplacedendtoendinthegarden.FredａｎｄGeorgebewitchedanumberofpurplelanter allemblazonedwithalargenumber17，tohanginmidairovertheguests.ThankstoMrs.Weasley’sministratio ，George’swoundwa eatａｎｄclean，butHarrywa otyetusedtothedarkholeinthesideofhishead，de itethetwi ’manyjokesaboutit.Hermionemadepurpleａｎｄgoldstreamerseruptfromtheendofherwａｎｄａｎｄdrapethemselvesartisticallyoverthetreesａｎｄbushes."Nice，"saidRon，aswithonefinalflourishofherwａｎｄ，Hermioneturnedtheleavesonthecraba letreetogold."You’vereallygotaneyeforthatsortofthing."
"Thankyou，Ron!"saidHermione，lookingbothpleasedａｎｄalittleconfused.Harryturnedaway，smilingtohimself.Hehadafu ynotionthathewouldfindachapteroncomplimentswhenhefoundtimetoperusehiscopyofTwelveFail-SafeWaystoCharmWitche hecaughtGi y’seyeａｎｄgri edatherbeforerememberinghi romisetoRonａｎｄhurriedlystrikingupaconversationwithMo ieurDelacour."Outoftheway，outoftheway!"sangMrs.Weasley，comingthroughthegatewithwhata earedtobeagiant，beach-ball-sizedSnitchfloatinginfrontofher.SecondslaterHarryrealizedthatitwashi irthdaycake，whichMrs.Weasleywa u endingwithherwａｎｄ，ratherthanriskcarryingitovertheunevenground.Whenthecakehadfinallylａｎｄedinthemiddleofthetable，Harrysaid，"Thatlooksamazing，Mrs.Weasley.""Oh，it’ othing，dear，"shesaidfondly.Overhershoulder，RongaveHarrythethum -upａｎｄmouthed，Goodone.Byseveno’clockalltheguestshadarrived，ledintothehousebyFredａｎｄGeorge，whohadwaitedforthemattheendofthelane.Hagridhadhonoredtheoccasio ywearinghi est，ａｎｄhorrible，hairybrow uit.AlthoughLupi miledasheshookHarry’shａｎｄ，Harrythoughthelookedratherunha y.Itwasallveryodd;Tonks，besidehim，lookedsimplyradiant."Ha ybirthday，Harry，"shesaid，hugginghimtightly."Seventeen，eh!"saidHagridasheacceptedabucket-sizedgla ofwinefromFred."Sixyearsterthedaysincewemet，Harry，d’yehrememberit?""Vaguely，"saidHarry，gri ingupathim."Didn’tyousmashdownthefrontdoor，giveDudleyapig’stail，ａｎｄtellmeIwasawizard?""Iforge’thedetails，"Hagridchortled."Allrigh’，Ron，Hermione?""We’refine，"saidHermione."Howareyou?""Ar，notbad.Bi usy，wegotsomenewbornunicor .I’llshowyehwhenyehgetback——"HarryavoidedRon’sａｎｄHermione’sgazesasHagridrummagedinhi ocket."Here.Harry——couldn’tthinkwhattergetteh，butthenIrememberedthis."Hepulledoutasmall，slightlyfurrydrawstringpouchwithalongstring，evidentlyintendedtobewornaroundtheneck."Mokeskin.Hideanythin’intherean’noonebuttheownercangetitout.They’rerare，them."
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"Hagrid，thanks!""’S’nothin’，"saidHagridwithawaveofadustbin-lid-sizedhａｎｄ."An’there’sCharlie!Alwayslikedhim——hey!Charlie!"Charliea roached，ru inghishａｎｄslightlyruefullyoverhi ew，brutallyshorthaircut.Hewa horterthanRon，thickset，withanumberofbur ａｎｄscratchesuphismuscleyarms."Hi，Hagrid，how’sitgoing?""Binmeanin’terwriteferages.How’sNorbertdoin’?""Norbert?"Charlielaughed."TheNorwegianRidgeback?WecallherNorbertanow.""Wha——Norbert’sagirl?""Ohyeah，"saidCharlie."Howcanyoutell?"askedHermione."They’realotmorevicious，"saidCharlie.Helookedoverhi houlderａｎｄdro edhisvoice."WishDadwouldhurryupａｎｄgethere.Mum’sgettingedgy."TheyalllookedoveratMrs.Weasley.ShewastryingtotalktoMadameDelacourwhileglancingrepeatedlyatthegate."Ithinkwe’dbetterstartwithoutArthur，"shecalledtothegardenatlargeafteramomentortwo."Hemusthavebeenheldupat——oh!"Theyallsawitatthesametime:astreakoflightthatcameflyingacro theyardａｎｄontothetable，whereitresolveditselfintoabrightsilverweasel，whichstoodonitshindlegsａｎｄ okewithMr.Weasley’svoice."MinisterofMagiccomingwithme."ThePatronusdi olvedintothinair，leavingFleur’sfamilypeeringinastonishmentattheplacewhereithadvanished."Weshouldn’tbehere，"saidLupinatonce."Harry——I’msorry——I’llexplai omeothertime——"HeseizedTonks’swristａｎｄpulledheraway;theyreachedthefence，climbedoverit，ａｎｄvanishedfromsight.Mrs.Weasleylookedbewildered."TheMinister——butwhy——?Idon’tunderstａｎｄ——"Buttherewa otimetodiscu thematter;asecondlater，Mr.Weasleyhada earedoutofthinairatthegate，accompaniedbyRufusScrimgeour，i tantlyrecognizablebyhismaneofgrizzledhair.Thetwonewcomersmarchedacro theyardtowardthegardenａｎｄthelantern-littable，whereeverybodysati ilence，watchingthemdrawcloser.AsScrimgeourcamewithinrangeofthelanternlight.Harrysawthathelookedmucholderthanthelasttimethathadmet，scraggyａｎｄgrim."Sorrytointrude，"saidScrimgeour，ashelimpedtoahaltbeforethetable."E eciallyasIca eethatIamgate-crashingaparty."HiseyeslingeredforamomentonthegiantSnitchcake."Manyha yretur .""Thanks，"saidHarry."Irequireaprivatewordwithyou，"Scrimgeourwenton."AlsowithMr.RonaldWeasleyａｎｄMi HermioneGranger.""Us?"saidRon，soundingsurprised."Whyus?""Ishalltellyouthatwhenwearesomewheremoreprivate，"saidScrimgeour."Istheresuchaplace?’hedemａｎｄedofMr.Weasley."Yes，ofcourse，"saidMr.Weasley，wholookednervous."The，er，sittingroom，whydon’tyouusethat?""Youcanleadtheway，"ScrimgeoursaidtoRon."Therewillbenoneedforyoutoaccompanyus，Arthur."HarrysawMr.WeasleyexchangeaworriedlookwithMrs.Weasleyashe，Ron，ａｎｄHermionestoodup.Astheyledthewaybacktothehousei ilence，Harryknewthattheothertwowerethinkingthesameashewa Scrimgeourmust，somehow，hadlearnedthatthethreeofthemwerepla ingtodropoutofHogwarts.Scrimgeourdidnot eakastheyallpa edthroughtheme edkitchenａｎｄintotheBurrow’ ittingroom.Althoughthegardenhadbeenfullofsoftgoldeneveninglight，itwasalreadydarkinhere;Harryflickedhiswａｎｄattheoillam asheenteredａｎｄtheyilluminatedthesha ybutcozyroom.ScrimgeoursathimselfinthesaggingarmchairthatMr.Weasleynormallyoccupied，leavingHarry，Ron，ａｎｄHermionetosqueezesidebysideontothesofa.Oncetheyhaddoneso，Scrimgeour oke."Ihavesomequestio forthethreeofyou，ａｎｄIthinkitwillbebestifwedoitindividually.Ifyoutwo"——hepointedatHarryａｎｄHermione——"canwaitu tairs，IwillstartwithRonald.""We’renotgoinganywhere，"saidHarry，whileHermionenoddedvigorously."Youca eaktoustogether，ornotatall."ScrimgeourgaveHarryacold，a raisinglook.Harryhadtheimpre ionthattheMinisterwaswonderingwhetheritwasworthwhileopeninghostilitiesthisearly."Verywellthen，together，"hesaid，shrugging.Heclearedhisthroat."Iamhere，asI’msureyouknow，becauseofAlbusDumbledore’swill."Harry，Ron，ａｎｄHermionelookedatoneanother."Asurprise，a arently!YouwerenotawarethenthatDumbledorehadleftyouanything?""A-allofus?"saidRon，"MeａｎｄHermionetoo?""Yes，allof——"ButHarryinterrupted."Dumbledorediedoveramonthago.Whyhasittakenthislongtogiveuswhatheleftus?""I ’titobvious?"saidHermione，beforeScrimgeourcoulda wer."Theywantedtoexaminewhateverhe’sleftus.Youhadnorighttodothat!"shesaid，ａｎｄhervoicetrembledslightly."Ihadeveryright，"saidScrimgeourdismi ively."TheDecreeforJustifiableConfiscationgivestheMinistrythepowertheconfiscatethecontentsofawill——""Thatlawwascreatedtostopwizard a ingonDarkartifacts，"saidHermione，"ａｎｄtheMinistryi u osedtohavepowerfulevidencethatthedeceased’ o e io areillegalbeforeseizingthem!AreyoutellingmethatyouthoughtDumbledorewastryingtopa u omethingcursed?""Areyoupla ingtofollowacareerinMagicalLaw，Mi Granger?"askedScrimgeour."No，I’mnot，"retortedHermione."I’mhopingtodosomegoodintheworld!"Ronlaughed.Scrimgeour’seyesflickeredtowardhimａｎｄawayagainasHarry oke."Sowhyhaveyoudecidedtoletushaveourthing ow?Can’tthinkofapretexttokeepthem?""No，it’llbebecausethirty-onedaysareup，"saidHermioneatonce."Theycan’tkeeptheobjectslongerthanthatunle theyca rovethey’redangerous.Right?""WouldyousayyouwereclosetoDumbledore，Ronald?"askedScrimgeour，ignoringHermione.Ronlookedstartled."Me?Not——notreallyItwasalwaysHarrywho"RonlookedaroundatHarryａｎｄHermione，toseeHermionegivinghimastop-talking-now!sortoflook，butthedamagewasdone;Scrimgeourlookedasthoughhehadheardexactlywhathehadexpected，ａｎｄwanted，tohear.HeswoopedlikeabirdofpreyuponRon’sa wer."IfyouwerenotveryclosetoDumbledore，howdoyouaccountforthefactthatherememberedyouinhiswill?Hemadeexceptionallyfewpersonalbequests.Thevastmajorityofhi o e io ——hi rivatelibrary，hismagicali truments，ａｎｄotherpersonaleffects——werelefttoHogwarts.Whydoyouthinkyouweresingledout?""Idu o，"saidRon."IwhenIsayweweren’tcloseImean，Ithinkhelikedme""You’rebeingmodest，Ron，"saidHermione."Dumbledorewasveryfondofyou."Thiswa tretchingthetruthtobreakingpoint;asfarasHarryknew，RonａｎｄDumbledorehadneverbeenalonetogether，ａｎｄdirectcontactbetweenthemhadbee egligible.However，Scrimgeourdidnotseemtobelistening.Heputhishａｎｄi idehiscloakａｎｄdrewoutadrawstringpouchmuchlargerthantheoneHagridhadgivenHarry.Fromit，heremovedascrollofparchmentwhichheunrolledａｎｄreadaloud."’TheLastWillａｎｄTestamentofAlbusPercivalWulfricBrianDumbledore’Yes，hereweare’ToRonaldBiliusWeasley，IleavemyDeluminator，inthehopethathewillremembermewhenheusesit.’"ScrimgeourtookfromthebaganobjectthatHarryhadsee efore:Itlookedsomethinglikeasilvercigarettelighter，butithad，heknew，thepowertosuckalllightfromaplace，ａｎｄrestoreit，withasimpleclick.Scrimgeourleanedforwardａｎｄpa edtheDeluminatortoRon，whotookitａｎｄturneditoverinthefingerslookingstu ed."Thatisavaluableobject，"saidScrimgeour，watchingRon."Itmayeve eunique.CertainlyitisofDumbledore’sowndesign.Whywouldhehaveleftyouａｎｄitemsorare?"Ro hookhishead，lookingbewildered."Dumbledoremusthavetaughtthousａｎｄsofstudents，"Scrimgeourpersevered."Yettheonlyonesherememberedinhiswillareyouthree.Whyisthat?TowhatusedidhethinkyouwouldputtotheDeluminator，Mr.Weasley?""Putoutlights，Is’pose，"mumbledRon."WhatelsecouldIdowithit?"EvidentlyScrimgeourhadnosuggestio .AftersquintingatRonforamomentortow，heturnedbacktoDumbledore’swill.
"’ToMi HermioneJeanGranger，IleavemycopyofTheTalesofBeedletheBard，inthehopethatshewillfinditentertainingａｎｄi tructive.’"ScrimgeournowpulledoutofthebagasmallbookthatlookedasancientasthecopyofSecretsoftheDarkestArtu tairs.It indingwa tainedａｎｄpeelingi laces.HermionetookitfromScrimgeourwithoutaword.Sheheldthebookinherlapａｎｄgazedatit.Harrysawthatthetitlewasinrune hehadneverlearnedtoreadthem.Ashelooked，atear lashedontotheembo edsymbols."WhydoyouthinkDumbledoreleftyouthatbook，Mi Granger?"askedScrimgeour."HeheknewIlikedbooks，"saidHermioneinathickvoice，mo inghereyeswithhersleeve."Butwhythatparticularbook?""Idon’tknow.HemusthavethoughtI’denjoyit.""Didyoueverdiscu codes，oranymea ofpa ingsecretme ages，withDumbledore?""No，Ididn’t，"saidHermione，stillwipinghereyesonhersleeve."AndiftheMinistryha ’tfoundanyhiddencodesinthi ookinthirty-onedays，IdoubtthatIwill."Shesu re edasob.TheywerewedgedtogethersotightlythatRonhaddifficultyextractinghisarmtoputitaroundHermione’ houlders.Scrimgeourturnedbacktothewill."’ToHarryJamesPotter，’"heread，ａｎｄHarry’si idescontractedwithasuddenexcitement，"’IleavetheSnitchhecaughtinhisfirstQuidditchmatchatHogwarts，asareminderoftherewardsofperseveranceａｎｄskill.’"AsScrimgeourpulledoutthetiny，walnut-sizedgolde all，it ilverwingsflutteredratherfeebly，ａｎｄHarrycouldnothelpfeelingadefinitese eofanticlimax."WhydidDumbledoreleaveyouthisSnitch?"askedScrimgeour."Noidea，"saidHarry."Forthereaso youjustreadout，Isu osetoremindmewhatyoucangetifyoupersevereａｎｄwhateveritwas.""Youthinkthisameresymbolickee ake，then?""Isu oseso，"saidHarry."Whatelsecoulditbe?""I’maskingthequestio ，"saidScrimgeour，shiftinghischairalittleclosertothesofa.Duskwasreallyfallingoutsidenow;themarqueebeyondthewindowstoweredghostlywhiteoverthehedge."InoticethatyourbirthdaycakeisintheshapeofaSnitch，"ScrimgeoursaidtoHarry."Whyisthat?"Hermionelaughedderisively."Oh，itcan’tbeareferencetothefactHarry’sagreatSeeker，that’swaytooobvious，"shesaid."Theremustbeasecretme agefromDumbledorehiddenintheicing!""Idon’tthinkthere’sanythinghiddenintheicing，"saidScrimgeour，"butaSnitchwouldbeaverygoodhidingplaceforasmallobject.Youknowwhy，I’msure?"Harryshrugged，Hermione，however，a wered:Harrythoughtthata weringquestio correctlywa uchadeeplyingrainedhabitshecouldnotsu re theurge."BecauseSnitcheshavefleshmemories，"shesaid."What?"saidHarryａｎｄRontogether othco ideredHermione’sQuidditchknowledgenegligible."Correct，"saidScrimgeour."ASnitchi ottouchedbybareski eforeitisreleased，noteve ythemaker，whowearsgloves.Itcarriesanenchantmentbywhichitcanidentifythefirsthumantolayhａｎｄsuponit，incaseofadi utedcapture.ThisSnitch"——heheldupthetinygolde all——"willrememberyourtouch，Potter.ItoccurstomethatDumbledore，whohadprodigiousmagicalskill，whateverhisotherfaults，mighthaveenchantedthisSnitchsothatitwillopenonlyforyou."Harry’sheartwa eatingratherfast.Hewa urethatScrimgeourwasright.HowcouldheavoidtakingtheSnitchwithhi arehａｎｄinfrontoftheMinister?"Youdon’tsayanything，"saidScrimgeour."Perha youalreadyknowwhattheSnitchcontai ?""No，"saidHarry，stillwonderinghowhecoulda eartotouchtheSnitchwithoutreallydoingso.IfonlyheknewLegilimency，reallyknewit，ａｎｄcouldreadHermione’smind;hecouldpracticallyhearherbrainwhizzingbesidehim.
"Takeit，"saidScrimgeourquietly.HarrymettheMinister’syelloweyesａｎｄknewhehadnooptio uttoobey.Heheldouthishａｎｄ，ａｎｄScrimgeourleanedforwardagainａｎｄplacetheSnitch，slowlyａｎｄdeliberately，intoHarry’ alm.Nothingha ened.AsHarry’sfingersclosedaroundtheSnitch，itstiredwingsflutteredａｎｄwerestill.Scrimgeour，Ron，ａｎｄHermionecontinuedtogazeavidlyatthenowpartiallyconcealedball，asifstillhopingitmighttra formi omeway."Thatwasdramatic，"saidHarrycoolly.BothRonａｎｄHermionelaughed."That’sall，then，isit?"askedHermione，makingtoraiseherselfoffthesofa."Notquite，"saidScrimgeour，wholookedbadtemperednow."Dumbledoreleftyouasecondbequest，Potter.""Whatisit?"askedHarry，excitementrekindling.Scrimgeourdidnotbothertoreadfromthewillthistime."TheswordofGodricGryffindor，"hesaid.HermioneａｎｄRo othstiffened.Harrylookedaroundforasignoftheruby-encrustedhilt，butScrimgeourdidnotpulltheswordfromtheleatherpouch，whichinanycaselookedmuchtoosmalltocontainit."Sowhereisit?"Harryaskedsu iciously."Unfortunately，"saidScrimgeour，"thatswordwa otDumbledore’stogiveaway.TheswordofGodricGryffindorisanimportanthistoricalartifact，ａｎｄa uch，belongs——""ItbelongstoHarry!"saidHermionehotly."Itchosehim，hewastheonewhofoundit，itcametohimoutoftheSortingHat——""Accordingtoreliablehistoricalsources，theswordmaypresentitselftoanyworthyGryffindor，"saidScrimgeour."Thatdoe otmakeittheexclusivepropertyofMr.Potter，whateverDumbledoremayhavedecided."Scrimgeourscratchedhi adlyshavencheek，scrutinizingHarry."Whydoyouthink——?""——Dumbledorewantedtogivemethesword?"saidHarry，strugglingtokeephistemper."Maybehethoughtitwouldlookniceonmywall."
"Thisi otajoke，Potter!"growledScrimgeour."WasitbecauseDumbledorebelievedthatonlytheswordofGodricGryffindorcoulddefeattheHeirofSlytherin?Didhewishtogiveyouthatsword，Potter，becausehebelieved，asdomany，thatyouaretheonedestinedtodestroyHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
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"Interestingtheory，"saidHarry."HasanyoneevertriedstickingaswordinVoldemort?MaybetheMinistryshouldputsomepeopleontothat，i teadofwastingtheirtimestri ingdownDeluminatorsorcoveringu reakoutsfromAzkaban.Sothisiswhatyou’vebeendoing，Minister，shutupinyouroffice，tryingtobreakopenaSnitch?Peoplearedying–Iwa earlyoneofthem–Voldemortchasedmeacro threecountries，hekilledMad-EyeMoody，butthere’ owordaboutanyofthatfromtheMinistry，hasthere?Andyoustillexpectustocooperatewithyou!""Yougotoofar!"shoutedScrimgeour，stａｎｄingup:Harryjumpedtohisfeettoo.ScrimgeourlimpedtowardHarryａｎｄja edhimhardinthechestwiththepointofhiswａｎｄ;ItsingedaholeinHarry’sT-shirtlikealitcigarette."Oi!"saidRon，jumpingupａｎｄraisinghisownwａｎｄ，butHarrysaid，"No!D’youwanttogivehimanexcusetoarrestus?""Rememberedyou’renotatschool，haveyou?"saidScrimgeourbreathinghardintoHarry’sface."RememberedthatIamnotDumbledore，whoforgaveyouri olenceａｎｄi ubordination?Youmaywearthatscarlikeacrown，Potter，butiti otuptoaseventeen-year-oldboytotellmehowtodomyjob!It’stimeyoulearnedsomere ect!""It’stimeyouearnedit."saidHarry.Thefloortrembled;therewasasoundofru ingfootste ，thenthedoortothesittingroomburstopenａｎｄMr.ａｎｄMrs.Weasleyranin."We——wethoughtweheard——"beganMr.Weasley，lookingthoroughlyalarmedatthesightofHarryａｎｄtheMinistervirtuallynosetonose.
"—raisedvoices，"pantedMrs.Weasley.Scrimgeourtookacoupleofste ackfromHarry，glancingattheholehehadmadeinHarry’sT-shirt.Heseemedtoregrethislo oftemper."It–itwa othing，"hegrowled."I…regretyourattitude，"hesaid，lookingHarryfullinthefaceoncemore."YouseemtothinkthattheMinistrydoe otdesirewhatyou–whatDumbledore–desired.Weoughttoworktogether.""Idon’tlikeyourmethods，Minister，"saidHarry."Remember?"Forthesecondtime，heraisedhisrightfistａｎｄdi layedtoScrimgeourthescarthatstillshowedwhiteonthebackofit， ellingImustnottelllies.Scrimgeour’sexpre ionhardened.Heturnedawaywithoutanotherwordａｎｄlimpedfromtheroom.Mrs.Weasleyhurriedafterhim;Harryheardherstopatthebackdoor.Afteraminuteorsoshecalled，"He’sgone!"Whatdidhewant?"Mr.Weasleyasked，lookingaroundatHarry，Ron，ａｎｄHermioneasMrs.Weasleycamehurryingbacktothem."TogiveuswhatDumbledoreleftus，"saidHarry."They’veonlyjustreleasedthecontentofhiswill."Outsideinthegarden，overthedi ertables，thethreeobjectsScrimgeourhadgiventhemwerepa edfromhａｎｄtohａｎｄ.EveryoneexclaimedovertheDeluminatorａｎｄTheTalesofBeedletheBardａｎｄlamentedthefactthatScrimgeourhadrefusedtopa onthesword，butnoneofthemcouldofferanysuggestionastowhyDumbledorewouldhaveleftHarryanoldSnitch.AsMr.WeasleyexaminedtheDeluminatorforthethirdoffourthtime，Mrs.Weasleysaidtentatively，"Harry，dear，everyone’sawfullyhungrywedidn’tliketostartwithoutyou…ShallIservedi ernow?"Theyallateratherhurriedlyａｎｄthenafterahastychorusof"Ha yBirthday"ａｎｄmuchgulpingofcake，thepartybrokeup.Hagrid，whowasinvitedtotheweddingthefollowingday，butwasfartoobulkytosleepintheoverstretchedBurrow，lefttosetupatentforhimselfinaneighboringfield."Meetusu tairs，"Harrywhi eredtoHermione，whiletheyhelpedMrs.Weasleyrestorethegardentoit ormalstate."Aftereveryone’sgonetobed."Upintheatticroom，RonexaminedhisDeluminator，ａｎｄHarryfilledHagrid’smokeski urse，notwithgold，butwiththoseitemshemostprized，a arentlyworthle thoughsomeofthemweretheMarauder’sMap，theshardofSirius’senchantedmirror，ａｎｄR.A.B.’slocket.Hepulledthestringtightａｎｄsli edthepursearoundhi eck，the atholdingtheoldSnitchａｎｄwatchingitswingsflutterfeebly.Atlast，Hermioneta edonthedoorａｎｄtiptoedi ide."Muffiato，"shewhi ered，wavingherwａｎｄinthedirectionofthestairs."Thoughtyoudidn’ta roveofthat ell?"saidRon."Timeschange，"saidHermione."Now，showusthatDeluminator."Ronobligedatonce.HoldingIupinfrontofhim，heclickedit.Thesolitarylamptheyhadlitwentoutatonce."Thethingis，"whi eredHermionethroughthedark，"wecouldhaveachievedthatwithPeruvianI tantDarkne Powder."Therewasasmallclick，ａｎｄtheballoflightfromthelampflewbacktotheceilingａｎｄilluminatedthemalloncemore."Still，it’scool，"saidRon，alittledefe ively."Andfromwhattheysaid，Dumbledoreinventedithimself!""Iknowbut，surelyhewouldn’thavesingledyououtinhiswilljusttohelpusturnoutthelights!""D’youthinkheknewtheMinistrywouldconfiscatehiswillａｎｄexamineeverythinghe’dleftus?"askedHarry."Definitely，"saidHermione."Hecouldn’ttellusinthewillwhyhewasleavingusthesethings，butthatwilldoe ’texplain…""…whyhecouldn’thavegivenusahintwhenhewasalive?"askedRon."Well，exactly，"saidHermione，nowflickingthroughTheTalesofBeedletheBard."Ifthesethingsareimportantenoughtopa onrightunderthenoseoftheMinistry，you’dthinkhe’dhaveleftusknowwhy…unle hethoughtitwasobvious?""Thoughtwrong，then，didn’the?"saidRon."Ialway aidhewasmental.Brilliantａｎｄeverything，butcracked.LeavingHarryanoldSnitch–whatthehellwasthatabout?""I’venoidea，"saidHermione."WhenScrimgeourmadeyoutakeit，Harry，Iwa osurethatsomethingwasgoingtoha en!""Yeah，well，"saidHarry，hi ulsequickenedasheraisedtheSnitchinhisfingers."Iwa ’tgoingtotrytoohardinfrontofScrimgeourwasI?""Whatdoyoumean?"askedHermione."TheSnitchIcaughtinmyfirsteverQuidditchmatch?"saidHarry."Don’tyouremember?"Hermionelookedsimplybemused.Ron，however，ga ed，pointingfranticallyfromHarrytotheSnitchａｎｄbackagainuntilhefoundhisvoice."Thatwastheoneyounearlyswallowed!""Exactly，"saidHarry，ａｎｄwithhisheartbeatingfast，hepre edhismouthtotheSnitch.Itdidnotopen.Frustrationａｎｄbitterdisa ointmentwelledupi idehim:Heloweredthegolde here，butthenHermionecriedout."Writing!There’swritingonit，quick，look!"Henearlydro edtheSnitchi urpriseａｎｄexcitement.Hermionewasquiteright.Engraveduponthesmoothgolde urface，wheresecond eforetherehadbee othing，werefivewordswritteninthethin，slantedhａｎｄwritingthatHarryrecognizedasDumbledore’sIopenattheclose.Hehadbarelyreadthemwhenthewordsvanishedagain."Iopenattheclose…."What’sthatsu osedtomean?"HermioneａｎｄRo hooktheirheads，lookingblank."Iopenattheclose…attheclose…Iopenattheclose…"Butnomatterhowoftentheyrepeatedthewords，withmanydifferentinflectio ，theywereunabletowringanymoremeaningfromthem."Andthesword，"saidRonfinally，whentheyhadatlastabａｎｄonedtheirattemptstodivinemeaningintheSnitch’si cription."WhydidhewantHarrytohavethesword?""Andwhycouldn’thejusthavetoldme?"Harrysaidquietly."Iwasthere，itwasrightthereonthewallofhisofficeduringallourtalkslastyear!Ifhewantedmetohaveit，whydidn’thejustgiveittomethen?"Hefeltasthoughtheweresittinginanexaminationwithaquestionheoughttohavebeenabletoa werinfrontofhim，hi rai lowａｎｄunre o ive.Wastheresomethinghehadmi edinthelongtalkswithDumbledorelastyear?Oughthetoknowwhatitallmeant?HadDumbledoreexpectedhimtounderstａｎｄ?"Andasforthi ook."SaidHermione，"TheTalesofBeedletheBard…I’veneverevenheardofthem!""You’veneverheardofTheTalesofBeedletheBard?"saidRonincredulously."You’rekidding，right?""No，I’mnot，"saidHermionei urprise."Doyouknowthemthen?""Well，ofcourseIdo!"Harrylookedup，diverted.ThecircumstanceofRonhavingreadabookthatHermionehadnotwasu recedented.Ron，however，lookedbemusedbytheirsurprise."Ohcomeon!Alltheoldkids’storiesaresu osedtobeBeedle’saren’tthey?’TheFountainofFairFortune’…’TheWizardａｎｄtheHo ingPot’…’Ba ittyRa ittyａｎｄherCacklingStump’…""Excuseme?"saidHermionegiggling."Whatwasthelastone?""Comeoffit!"saidRon，lookingindi elieffromHarrytoHermione."Youmust’veheardofBa ittyRa itty–""Ron，youknowfullwellHarryａｎｄIwerebroughtu yMuggles!"saidHermione."Wedidn’thearstorieslikethatwhenwewerelittle，weheard’SnowWhiteａｎｄtheSevenDwarves’ａｎｄ’Cinderella’–""What’sthat，anillne ?"askedRon."Sothesearechildren’ tories?"askedHermione，bendingagai tovertherunes."Yeah."SaidRonuncertainly."Imean，justwhatyouhear，youknow，thatalltheseoldstoriescamefromBeedle.Idu owhatthey’relikeintheoriginalversio .""ButIwonderwhyDumbledorethoughtIshouldreadthem?"Somethingcrackeddow tairs."ProbablyjustCharlie，nowMum’sasleep， eakingofftoregrowhishair，"saidRo ervously."Allthesame，weshouldgettobed，"whi eredHermione."Itwouldn’tdotooversleeptomorrow.""No，"agreedRon."Abrutaltriplemurderbythebridegroom’smothermightputabitofdamperonthewedding.I’llgetthelight."AndheclickedtheDeluminatoroncemoreasHermionelefttheroom.ChapterEightTheWeddingThreeo’clockonthefollowingafternoonfoundHarry，Ron，FredａｎｄGeorgestａｎｄingoutsidethegreatwhitemarqueeintheorchard，awaitingthearrivaloftheweddingguests.HarryhadtakenalargedoseofPolyjuicePotionａｎｄwa owthedoubleofaredheadedMuggleboyfromthelocalvillage，OtterySt.Catchpole，fromwhomFredhadstolenhairsusingaSummoningCharm.TheplanwastointroduceHarryas“CousinBarny”ａｎｄtrusttothegreatnumberofWeasleyrelativestocamouflagehim.
Allfourofthemwereclutchingseatingpla ，sothattheycouldhel howpeopletotherightseats.Ahostofwhite-robedwaitershadarrivedanhourearlier，alongwithagoldenjacketedbａｎｄ，ａｎｄallofthesewizardswerecurrentlysittingashortdistanceawayunderatree.Harrycouldseeabluehazeofpipesmokei uingfromthe ot.BehindHarry，theentrancetothemarqueerevealedrowsａｎｄrowsoffragilegoldenchair etoneithersideofalongpurplecarpet.Thesu ortingpoleswereentwinedwithwhiteａｎｄgoldflowers.FredａｎｄGeorgehadfastenedanenormou unchofgolde alloo overtheexactpointwhereBillａｎｄFleurwouldshortlybecomehu ａｎｄａｎｄwife.Outside，butterfliesａｎｄbeeswerehoveringlazilyoverthegra ａｎｄhedgerow.Harrywasratheruncomfortable.TheMuggleboywhosea earancehewasaffectingwa lightlyfatterthanhimａｎｄhisdre robesfelthotａｎｄtightinthefullglareofasummer’sday.“WhenIgetmarried，”saidFred，tuggingatthecollarofhisownrobes，“Iwon’tbebotheringwithanyofthi o e e.Youcanallwearwhatyoulike，ａｎｄI’llputafullBodyBirdCurseonMumuntilit’sallover.”
“Shewa ’ttoobadthismorning，co idering，”saidGeorge.“CriedabitaboutPercynotbeinghere，butwhowantshim.Ohblimey，braceyourselves，heretheycome，look.”
Brightlycoloredfigureswerea earing，onebyoneoutofnowhereatthedistantboundaryoftheyard.Withinminutesaproce ionhadformed，whichbeganto akeitswayupthroughthegardentowardthemarquee.Exoticflowersａｎｄbewitchedbirdsflutteredonthewitches’hats，whilepreciousgemsglitteredfrommanyofthewizards’cravat ahumofexcitedchattergrewlouderａｎｄlouder，drowningthesoundofthebeesasthecrowda roachedthetent.
“Excellent，IthinkIseeafewveelacousi ，”saidGeorge，craninghi eckforabetterlook.“They’llneedhelpunderstａｎｄingourEnglishcustoms，I’lllookafterthem….”
“Notsofast，YourHoleyne ，”saidFred，ａｎｄdartingpastthegaggleofmiddle-agedwitchesheadingfortheproce ion，hesaid，“Here–permetiezmoitoa istervous，”toapairofprettyFrenchgirls，whogiggledａｎｄallowedhimtoescortthemi ide.Georgewaslefttodealwiththemiddle-agedwitchesａｎｄRontookchargeofMr.Weasley’soldMinistry-colleaguePerki ，whilearatherdeafoldcouplefelltoHarry’slot.
“Wotcher，”saidafamiliarvoiceashecameoutofthemarqueeagainａｎｄfoundTonksａｎｄLupinatthefrontofthequeue.Shehadturnedblondefortheoccasion.“Arthurtoldusyouweretheonewiththecurlyhair.Sorryaboutlastnight，”sheaddedinawhi erasHarryledthemuptheaisle.“TheMinistry’ eingveryanti-werewolfatthemuseumａｎｄwethoughtourpresencemightnotdoyouanyfavors.”
“It’sfine，Iunderstａｎｄ，”saidHarry， eakingmoretoLupinthanTonks.Lupingavehimaswiftsmile，butastheyturnedawayHarrysawLupin’sfacefallagainintolinesofmisery.Hedidnotunderstａｎｄit，buttherewa otimetodwellonthematter.Hagridwascausingacertainamountofdisruption.HavingmisunderstoodFred’sdirectio ashehadsathimself，notuponthemagicallyenlargedａｎｄreinforcedseatsetasideforhiminthebackrow，butonfivesetsthatnowresembledalargepileofgoldenmatchsticks.
WhileMr.WeasleyrepairedthedamageａｎｄHagridshoutedapologiestoanybodywhowouldlisten，HarryhurriedbacktotheentrancetofindRonface-to-facewithamosteccentric-lookingwizard.Slightlycro -eyed，withshoulder-lengthwhitehairthetextureofcａｎｄyflo ，heworeacapwhoseta eldangledinfrontofhi oseａｎｄrobesofaneye-wateringshadeofegg-yolkyellow.Anoddsymbol，ratherlikeatriangulareye，glistenedfromagoldenchainaroundhi eck.
“XenophiliusLovegood，”hesaid，extendingahａｎｄtoHarry，“mydaughterａｎｄIlivejustoverthehill，sokindofthegoodWeasleystoinviteus.ButIthinkyouknowmyLuna?”headdedtoRon.
“Yes，”saidRon.“I ’tshewithyou?”
“Shelingeredinthatcharminglittlegardentosayhellotothegnomes，suchagloriousinfestation!Howfewwizardsrealizejusthowmuchwecanlearnfromthewiselittlegnomes–or，togivethemtheircorrectname，theGernumbligarde i.”
“Oursdoknowalotofexcellentswearwords，”saidRon，“butIthinkFredａｎｄGeorgetaughtthemthose.”
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HeledapartyofwarlocksintothemarqueeasLunarushedup.
“Hello，Harry!”shesaid.
“Er–myname’sBarry，”saidHarry，flummoxed.
“Oh，haveyouchangedthattoo?”sheaskedbrightly.
“Howdidyouknow-?”
“Oh，justyourexpre ion，”shesaid.
Likeherfather，Lunawaswearingbrightyellowrobes，whichshehadacce orizedwithalargesunflowerinherhair.Onceyougetoverthebrightne ofitall，thegeneraleffectwasquitepleasant.Atleasttherewerenoradishesdanglingfromherears.
Xenophilius，whowasdeepinconversationwithanacquaintance，hadmi edtheexchangebetweenLunaａｎｄHarry.Bidingthewizardfarewell，heturnedtohisdaughter，whoheldupherfingerａｎｄsaid，“Daddy，look–oneofthegnomesactuallybitme.”
“Howwonderful!Gnomesalivaisenormouslybeneficial.”SaidMr.Lovegood，seizingLuna’soutstretchedfingersａｎｄexaminingthebleedingpuncturemarks.“Luna，mylove，ifyoushouldfeelanyburgeoningtalenttoday–perha anunexpectedurgetosingoperaortodeclaimsinMermish–donotrepre it!YoumayhavebeengiftedbytheGernumblies!”
Ron，pa ingthemintheo ositedirectionletoutaloud ort.
“Roncanlaugh，”saidLunaserenelyasHarryledherａｎｄXenophiliustowardtheirseats，“butmyfatherhasdonealotofresearchonGernumblimagic.”
“Really?”saidHarry，whohadlongsincedecidednottochallengeLunaorherfather’ eculiarviews.“Areyousureyoudon’twanttoputanythingonthatbite，though?”
“Oh，it’sfine，”saidLuna，suckingherfingerinadreamyfashionａｎｄlookingHarryupａｎｄdown.“Youlooksmart.ItoldDaddymostpeoplewouldprobablyweardre robes，buthebelievesyououghttowearsuncolorstoawedding，forluck，youknow.”
A hedriftedoffafterherfather，Ronrea earedwithanelderlywitchclutchinghisarm.Herbeakynose，red-rimmedeyes，ａｎｄleatherypinkhatgaveherthelookofabad-temperedflamingo.
“…ａｎｄyourhair’smuchtoolong，Ronald，foramomentIthoughtyouwereGinevra.Merlin’ eard，whatisXenophiliusLovegoodwearing?Helookslikeanomelet.Andwhoareyou?”shebarkedatHarry.
“Ohyeah，AuntieMuriel，thisisourcousinBarny.”
“AnotherWeasley?Youbreedlikegnomes.I ’tHarryPotterhere?Iwashopingtomeethim.Ithoughthewasafriendofyours，Ronald，orhaveyoumerelybee oasting?”
“No–hecouldn’tcome–“
“Hmm.Madeanexcuse，didhe?Notasgormle ashelooksi re hotographs，then.I’vejustbeeni tructingthebrideonhowbesttowearmytiara，”sheshoutedatHarry.“Goblin-made，youknow，ａｎｄbeeninmyfamilyforcenturies.She’sagood-lookinggirl，butstill–French.Well，well，findmeagoodseat，Ronald，IamahundredａｎｄsevenａｎｄIoughtnottobeonmyfeettoolong.”
RongaveHarryameaningfullookashepa edａｎｄdidnotrea earforsometime.Whe exttheymetattheentrance，Harryhadshownadozenmorepeopletotheirplaces.TheMarqueewa earlyfullnowａｎｄforthefirsttimetherewa oqueueoutside.
“Nightmare，Murielis，”saidRon，mo inghisforeheadonhi leeve.“SheusedtocomeforChristmaseveryyear，then，thankGod，shetookoffe ebeca