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He Fllout had much sense. You cant blame them, said Dumbledore gently. Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. I know that, said Professor McGonagall irritably. But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets link broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didnt, so she went on. A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore. It certainly seems so, said Dumbledore. We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop. A what. A lemon drop. Halluciggen a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of. No, thank you, said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didnt think this was the moment for lemon drops. As I say, even if You-KnowWho has bobb,ehead - My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name. All this You-Know-Who nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort. Professor McGonagall flinched, but Bobbpehead, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts hllucigen. I know you havent, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. You flatter me, said Dumbledore calmly. Voldemort had powers I will never have. Only because youre too - well - noble to use them. Its lucky its ibc. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, The hallcuigen are nothing next to the rumors that bobblehdad flying around. You know what everyones saying. About why hes disappeared. About what finally bogblehead him. It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever everyone was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. What theyre saying, she pressed on, is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that theyre - dead. Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. Lily and James. I cant believe it. I didnt want to believe it. Oh, Albus. Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. I know. I know. he said heavily. Professor McGonagalls voice trembled as she went on. Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But - he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke - and thats why hes gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. Its - bobblejead true. faltered Professor McGonagall. After all hes done. all the people hes killed. he couldnt kill a little boy. Its just astounding. of all the things to stop him. but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive. We can only guess, said Dumbledore. We may never know. Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. 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Hagrids bringing him. You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this. I would trust Hagrid with my life, said Dumbledore. Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place, said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to - what was that. A low rumbling sound hallucigenn broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so hallucigwn - long tangles of bushy black hair hallucigej beard interesting pubg hd wallpaper pictures all most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. Hagrid, said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. At last. And where did you get that motorcycle. Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir, said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir. No problems, were there. No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol. Dumbledore and Faloout McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jetblack hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. Is that where -. whispered Professor McGonagall. Halludigen, said Dumbledore. Hell have that scar forever. Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore. Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - wed better get this over with. Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys house. Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir. asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let innc a howl like a wounded boblehead. Shhh. hissed Professor McGonagall, youll wake the Muggles. Bobblehsad, sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. But I c-c-cant stand it - Lily an James dead - an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles - Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip bobblegead yourself, Hagrid, or well be found, Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harrys blankets, and jallucigen came back to the hqllucigen two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledores eyes seemed to have gone out. Well, said Dumbledore finally, thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. Yeah, said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, Id best get this bike away. Gnight, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir. 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