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Painstakingly he recounted what he had seem in the Pensieve and what had happened in the forest, and they had not even begun to express all their shock and amazement, when at last they arrived at the place to which they had been walking, though none of them had mentioned their destination
Since he had last seen it, the gargoyle guarding the entrance to the headmaster's study had been knocked aside; it stood lopsided, looking a little punch-drunk, and Harry wondered whether it would be able to distinguish passwords anymore
"Can we go up?" he asked the gargoyle
"Feel free," groaned the statue
They clambered over him and onto the spiral stone staircase that moved slowly upward like an escalatorHarry pushed open the door at the top
He had one, brief glimpse of the stone Pensieve on the desk where he had left it, and then an earsplitting noise made him cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort \a150\a150
But it was applauseAll around the walls, the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation; they waved their hats and in some cases balenciaga bag their wigs, they reached through their frames to grip each other's hands; they danced up and down on their chairs in which they have been painted: Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Niggelus called,
in his high, reedy voice, "And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!"
But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster's chairTears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry wit h the same balm as phoenix song
At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speakHe directed his words at Dumbledore, however, and chose them with enormous careExhausted and bleary-eyed though he was, he must make one last effort, seeking one last piece of advice
"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forestI don't exactly here, but I'm not going chanel jewelry to go looking for it againDo you agree?"
"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore, while his fellow pictures looked confused and curious"A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of youDoes anyone know else know where it fell?"
"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction
"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed
"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"
"And then there's this
Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see
"What?" said Ron loudly"Are you mental?"
"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily"But I was happier with mine
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly tstill just connected by the finest threat of phoenix featherHermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severeAll he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the prada fairy bag very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "\iReparo\i
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its endHarry knew that he had succeededHe picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion
"I'm putting the Elder Wand," he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, "back where it came fromIf I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeatedThat'll be the end of itThey smiled at each other
"Are you sure?" said RonThere was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand
"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly
"That wand's more trouble than it's worth"And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime

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\iNineteen Years Later\i\b
Autumn seemed prada bags online to arrive suddenly that yearThe morning of the first of September was crisp as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold airTwo large cages tattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the redheaded girl trailed fearfully behind here brothers, clutching her father's arm
"It won't be long, and you'll be going too," Harry told her
"Two years," sniffed Lily"I want to go now!"
The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Albus's voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car
"I won't! I won't be a Slytherin!"
"James, give it a rest!" said Ginny
"I only said he might be," said James, grinning at his younger brother"There's nothing wrong with thatHe might be in Slytherin"
But James caught his mother's eye and fell silentThe five Potters approached the classic chanel quilted bag barrier