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Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, Who is that man in the yellow. Thats Xenophilius Lovegood, hes the father of a friend of ours, said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. Come and dance, he added abruptly to Hermione. She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. Ah, they are together now. asked Krum, momentarily distracted. Er - sort of, said Harry. Who are you. Krum asked. Barny Weasley. They shook hands. You, Barny - you know this man Lovegood vell. No, I only met him today. Why. Krum glowered over the top of his drink, watching Xenophilius, who was chatting to several warlocks on the other side of the dance floor. Because, said Krum, if he vos not a guest of Fleurs, I vould duel him, here and now, for vearing that filthy sign upon his chest. Sign. said Harry, looking over at Xenophilius too. The strange triangular eye was gleaming on his chest. Why. Whats wrong with it. Grindelvald. That is Grindelvalds sign. Grindelwald. the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated. Exactly. Krums jaw muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, Grindelvald killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never poverful in this country, they said he rust game install stuck Dumbledore - and rightly, seeing how he vos finished. But this - he pointed a finger at Xenophilius - this is his symbol, I recognized it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ven he vos a pupil there. Some idiots copied it onto their books and clothes, thinking to shock, make themselves impressive - until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them better. Krum cracked his knuckles menacingly and glowered at Xenophilius. Harry felt perplexed. It seemed incredibly unlikely that Lunas father was a supporter of the Dark Arts, and nobody else in the tent seemed to have recognized the triangular, runelike shape. Are you - er - quite sure its Grindelwalds -. I am not mistaken, said Krum coldly. I valked past that sign for several years, I know it vell. Well, theres a chance, said Harry, that Xenophilius doesnt actually know what the symbol means. The Lovegoods are quite. unusual. He could easily have picked it up somewhere and think its a cross section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack or something. The cross section of a vot. Well, I dont know what they are, but apparently he and his daughter go on holiday looking for them. Harry felt he was doing a bad job explaining Luna and her father. Thats her, he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges. Vy is she doing that. asked Krum. Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt, said Harry, who recognized the symptoms. Krum did not seem to know whether or not Harry was making fun of him. He drew his wand from inside his robes and tapped it menacingly on his thigh; sparks flew out of the end. Gregorovitch. said Harry loudly, and Krum started, but Harry was too excited to care; the memory had come back to him at the sight of Krums wand: Ollivander taking it and examining it carefully before the Triwizard Tournament. Vot about him. asked Krum suspiciously. Hes a wandmaker. I know that, said Krum. He made your wand. Thats why I thought - Quidditch - Krum was looking more and more suspicious. How do you know Gregorovitch made my vand. I read it somewhere, I think, said Harry. In a - a fan magazine, he improvised wildly and Krum looked mollified. I had not realized I ever discussed my vand with fans, he said. So. er. where is Gregorovitch these days. Krum looked puzzled. He retired several years ago. I vos one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch vand. They are the best - although I know, of course, that you Britons set much store by Ollivander. Harry did not answer. He pretended to watch the dancers, like Krum, but he was thinking hard. So Voldemort was looking for a celebrated wandmaker, and Harry did not have to search far for a reason: It was surely because of what Harrys wand had done on the night that Voldemort had pursued opinion pubg torrent download utorrent opinion across the gia web pubg lap. The holly and phoenix feather wand had conquered the borrowed wand, something that Ollivander had not anticipated or understood. Would Gregorovitch know better. Was he truly more skilled than Ollivander, did he know secrets of wands that Ollivander did not. This girl is very nice-looking, Krum said, recalling Harry check this out his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. She is also a relative of yours. Yeah, said Harry, suddenly irritated, and shes seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldnt want to cross him. Krum grunted. Vot, he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken. And he strode off, leaving Harry to take a sandwich from a passing waiter and make his way around the edge of the crowded dance floor. He wanted to find Ron, to tell him about Gregorovitch, but Ron was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor. Harry leaned up against one of the golden pillars and watched Ginny, Apex legends mobile not on play store was now dancing with Fred and Georges friend Lee Jordan, trying not to feel resentful about the promise he had given Ron. He had never been to a wedding before, so he could not judge how Wizarding celebrations differed from Muggle ones, though he was pretty sure that the latter would not involve a wedding cake topped with two model phoenixes that took flight when the cake was cut, or bottles of champagne that floated unsupported through the crowd. As evening drew in, and moths began to swoop under the canopy, now lit with floating golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained. Fred and George had long since here into the darkness with a pair Apex legends mobile not on play store Fleurs cousins; Charlie, Hagrid, and a squat wizard in a purple porkpie hat were singing Odo the Hero in a corner. Wandering through the crowd so as to escape a drunken uncle of Rons who seemed unsure whether or not Harry was his son, Harry spotted an old wizard sitting alone at a table. His cloud of white hair made him look rather like an aged dandelion clock and was topped by a moth-eaten fez. He was vaguely familiar: Racking his brains, Harry suddenly realized that this was Elphias Doge, member of the Order of the Phoenix and the writer of Dumbledores obituary. Harry approached him. May I sit down. Of course, of course, said Doge; he had a rather high-pitched, wheezy voice. Harry leaned in. Doge, Im Harry Potter. Doge gasped. My dear boy. Arthur told me you were here, disguised. I am so glad, so honored. In a flutter of nervous pleasure Doge poured Harry a goblet of champagne. I thought of writing to you, he whispered, after Dumbledore. the shock. and for you, I am sure. Doges tiny eyes filled with sudden tears. I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet, said Harry. I didnt realize you knew Professor Dumbledore so well. As well as anyone, said Doge, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. Certainly I knew him longest, if you dont count Aberforth - and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth. Speaking of the Daily Prophet. I dont know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -. Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy. Elphias, I dont know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore. Doges face flooded with angry color. Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more accurate term, positively pestered me to talk to her. I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude, called source an interfering trout, which resulted, as you may have seen, in aspersions cast upon my sanity. Well, here that interview, Harry went on, Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young. Dont believe a word of it. said Doge at once. Not a word, Harry. Let nothing tarnish your memories of Albus Dumbledore. Harry looked into Doges earnest, pained face and felt, not reassured, but frustrated. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to believe. Didnt Doge understand Harrys need to be sure, to know everything. Perhaps Doge suspected Harrys feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on, Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful - But he was interrupted by a shrill cackle. Rita Skeeter. Oh, I love her, always read her. Harry and Doge looked up to see Auntie Muriel standing there, the plumes dancing on her hat, a goblet of champagne in her hand. Shes written a book about Dumbledore, you know. Hello, Muriel, said Doge. Yes, we were just discussing - You there. Give me your chair, Im a hundred and seven. Another redheaded Weasley cousin jumped off his seat, looking alarmed, and Auntie Muriel swung it around with surprising strength and plopped herself down upon it between Doge and Harry. Hello again, Barry, or whatever your name is, she said to Harry. Now, what were you saying about Rita Skeeter, Elphias. You know shes written a biography of Dumbledore. I cant wait to read it, I must remember to place an order at Flourish and Blotts. Doge looked stiff and solemn at this, but Auntie Muriel drained her goblet and clicked her bony fingers at a passing waiter for a replacement. She took another large gulp of champagne, belched, and then said, Theres no need to look like a pair of stuffed frogs. Before he became so respected and respectable and all that tosh, there were some mighty funny rumors about Albus. Ill-informed sniping, said Doge, turning radish-colored again. You would say that, Elphias, cackled Auntie Muriel. I noticed how you skated over the gameloop xbox java pubg patches in that obituary of yours. Im sorry you think so, said Doge, more coldly still. I assure you I was writing from the heart. Oh, we all know you worshipped Dumbledore; I daresay youll still think he was a saint even if it does turn out that he did away with his Squib sister. Muriel. exclaimed Doge. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest. What do you mean. he asked Muriel. Who said his sister was a Squib. I thought she was ill. Thought wrong, then, didnt you, Barry. said Auntie Muriel, looking delighted at the effect she had produced. Anyway, how could you expect to know anything about it. It all happened years and years before you were even thought of, my dear, and the truth is that those of us who were alive then never knew what really happened. Thats why I cant wait to find out what Skeeters unearthed. Dumbledore kept that sister of his quiet for a long time. Untrue. wheezed Doge. Absolutely untrue. He never told me his sister was a Squib, said Harry, without thinking, still cold inside. And why on earth would he tell you. screeched Muriel, swaying a little in her seat as she attempted to focus upon Harry. The reason Albus never spoke about Ariana, began Elphias in a voice stiff with emotion, is, I should have thought, quite clear. He was so devastated by her death - Why did nobody ever see her, Elphias. squawked Muriel. Why did half of us never even know she existed, until they carried the coffin out of the house and held a funeral for her. Where was saintly Albus while Ariana was locked in the cellar. Off being brilliant at Hogwarts, and never mind what was going on in his own house. What dyou mean, locked in the cellar. asked Harry. What is this. Doge looked wretched. Auntie Muriel cackled again and answered Harry. Dumbledores mother was a terrifying woman, simply terrifying. Muggleborn, though I heard she pretended otherwise - She never pretended anything of the sort. Kendra was a fine woman, whispered Doge miserably, but Auntie Muriel ignored him. - proud and very domineering, the sort of witch who would have been mortified to produce a Squib - Ariana was not a Squib. wheezed Doge. So you say, Elphias, but explain, then, why she never attended Hogwarts. said Auntie Muriel. She turned back to Harry. In our day, Squibs were often hushed up, though to take it to the extreme of actually imprisoning a little girl in the house and pretending she didnt exist - I tell you, thats not what happened. said Doge, but Auntie Muriel steamrollered on, still addressing Harry. Squibs were usually shipped off to Muggle schools and encouraged to integrate into the Muggle community. much kinder than trying to find them a place in the Wizarding world, where they must always be second class; but naturally Kendra Dumbledore wouldnt have dreamed of letting her daughter go to a Muggle school - Ariana was delicate. said Doge desperately. Her health was always too poor to permit her - - to permit her to leave the house. cackled Muriel. And yet she was never taken to St. Mungos and no Healer was ever summoned to see her. Really, Muriel, how you can possibly know whether - For your information, Elphias, my cousin Lancelot was a Healer at St. Mungos at the time, and he told my family in strictest confidence that Ariana had never been seen there. All most suspicious, Lancelot thought. Doge looked to be on the verge of tears. Auntie Muriel, who seemed to be enjoying herself hugely, snapped her fingers for more champagne. Numbly Harry thought of how the Dursleys had once shut him up, locked him away, kept him out of sight, all for the crime of being a wizard. Had Dumbledores sister suffered the same fate in reverse: imprisoned for her lack of magic. And had Dumbledore truly left her to her fate while he went off to Hogwarts, to prove himself brilliant and talented. Now, if Kendra hadnt died first, Muriel resumed, Id have said that it was she who finished off Ariana - How can call of duty endowment, Muriel. groaned Doge. A mother kill her own daughter. Think what you are saying. If the mother in question was capable of imprisoning her daughter for years on end, why not. shrugged Auntie Muriel. But as I say, it doesnt fit, because Kendra died before Ariana - of what, nobody ever seemed sure - Oh, no doubt Ariana murdered her, said Doge with a brave attempt at scorn. Why not. Yes, Ariana might have made a desperate bid for freedom and killed Kendra in the struggle, said Auntie Muriel thoughtfully. Shake your head all you like, Elphias. You were at Arianas funeral, were you not. Yes I was, said Doge, through trembling lips. And a more desperately sad occasion I cannot remember. Albus was heartbroken - His heart wasnt the only thing. Didnt Learn more here break Albuss article source halfway through the service. If Doge had looked horrified before this, it was nothing to how he looked now. Muriel might have stabbed him. She cackled loudly and took another swig of champagne, which dribbled down her chin. How do you -. croaked Doge. My mother was friendly with old Bathilda Bagshot, said Auntie Muriel happily. Bathilda described the whole thing to Mother while I was listening click to see more the door. A coffin-side brawl. The way Bathilda told it, Aberforth shouted that it was all Albuss fault that Ariana was dead and then punched him in the face. According to Bathilda, Albus did not even defend himself, and thats odd enough in itself, Albus could have destroyed Aberforth in a duel with both hands tied behind his back. Muriel swigged yet more champagne. The recitation of these old scandals seemed to elate her as much as they horrified Doge. Harry did not know what to think, what to believe: He wanted the truth, and yet all Doge did was sit there and bleat feebly that Ariana had been ill. Harry could hardly believe that Dumbledore would not have intervened if such cruelty was happening inside his own house, and yet there was undoubtedly something odd about the story. And Ill tell you something else, Muriel said, hiccuping slightly as she lowered her goblet. I think Bathilda Apex legends mobile not on play store spilled the beans to Rita Skeeter. All those hints in Skeeters interview about an important source close to the Dumbledores - goodness knows she was there all through the Ariana business, and it would fit. Bathilda would never talk to Rita Skeeter. whispered Doge. Bathilda Bagshot. Harry said. The author of A History of Magic. The name was printed on the front of one of Harrys textbooks, though admittedly not one of the ones he had read most attentively. Yes, said Doge, clutching at Harrys question like a drowning man at a life belt. A most gifted magical historian go here an old friend of Albuss. Quite gaga these days, Ive heard, said Auntie Muriel cheerfully. If that is so, it is even more dishonorable for Skeeter to have taken advantage of her, said Doge, and no reliance can be placed on anything Bathilda may have said. Oh, there are ways of bringing back memories, and Im sure Rita Skeeter knows them all, said Auntie Muriel. But even if Bathildas completely cuckoo, Im sure shed still have old photographs, maybe even letters. She knew the Dumbledores for years. Well worth a trip to Godrics Hollow, Id have thought. Harry, who had been taking a sip of butterbeer, choked. Doge banged him on the back as Harry coughed, looking at Auntie Muriel through streaming eyes. Once he had control of his voice again, he asked, Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godrics Hollow. Oh yes, shes been there forever. The Dumbledores moved there after Percival was imprisoned, and she was their neighbor. The Dumbledores lived in Godrics Hollow.
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