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Come on, keep up.

All together now.

One, two, three.

How’s it looking at your end, boys?

Brilliant.

Bloody hell. What’s the Minister of Magic doing here?

To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?

I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.

And this is…?

Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley…

I leave my Deluminator…

a device of my own making…

in the hope that, when things seem most dark…

…it will show him the light.

Dumbledore left this for me? Yeah.

Brilliant.

What is it?

Wicked.

To Hermione Jean Granger…

I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard…

…in the hope that she find it entertaining and instructive.

Mom used to read me those.

The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.

Babbitty Rabbitty and the Cackling Stump.

Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty.

No?

To Harry James Potter…

I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts…

as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.

Is that it, then? Not quite.

Dumbledore left you a second bequest.

The sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore’s to give away.

As an important historical artifact, it belongs…

To Harry.

It belongs to Harry.

It came to him when he needed it in the Chamber of Secrets.

The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor.

That does not make it that wizards property.

And, in any event, the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown.

Excuse me? The sword is missing.

I don’t know what you’re up to, Mr. Potter…

but you cant fight this war on your own.

He’s too strong.

Excuse me, Sir? May I sit down?

Mr. Potter. By all means. Here.

Thanks.

I found what you wrote in The Daily Prophet really moving.

You obviously knew Dumbledore well.

Well, I certainly knew him the longest.

That is, if you don’t count his brother, Aberforth…

and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth.

I didn’t even know he had a brother. Ah.

Well, Dumbledore was always very private, even as a boy.

Don’t despair, Elphias.

I’m told he’s been thoroughly unriddled by Rita Skeeter…

in 800 pages, no less.

Word has it that someone talked to her.

Someone who knew the Dumbledore family well.

Both you and I know who that is, Elphias.

A monstrous betrayal.

Who are we talking about?

Bathilda Bagshot.

Who? My God, boy…

she’s only the most celebrated magical historian of the last century.

She was as close to the Dumbledores as anyone.

Oh, I’m sure Rita Skeeter thought it well worth a trip to Godric’s Hollow…

to take a peek into that old birds rattled cage.

Godric’s Hollow?

Bathilda Bagshot lives at Godric’s Hollow?

Well, that’s where she first met Dumbledore.

You don’t mean to say he lived there too?

The family moved there after his father killed those three Muggles.

Oh, it was quite the scandal.

Honestly, my boy, are you sure you knew him at all?

The Ministry has fallen.

The Minister of Magic is dead.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They’re coming!

Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter.

Do you think we should go back? They were after you.

Wed put everyone in danger by going back.

Ron’s right. Ahem.

Coffee?

A cappuccino, please. You?

What she said. Same.

So where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?

It’s too dangerous.

If Voldemort has taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe.

Everyone from the wedding will have gone underground, into hiding.

My rucksack with all my things, I’ve left it at the Burrow.

You’re joking.

I’ve had all the essentials packed for days, just in case.

By the way, these jeans, not my favorite.

Down!

Stupefy!

Expulso!

Petrificus Totalus.

Go.

Leave.

Lock the door, get the lights.

This ones name is Rowle.

He was on the Astronomy Tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore.

This is Dolohov. I recognize him from the wanted posters.

So, what we gonna do with you, hey?

Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn’t you?

If we kill them, they’ll know we were here.

Ron.

Suppose he did Mad-Eye. How would you feel then?

It’s better we wipe their memories.

You’re the boss.

Hermione…

you’re the best at spells.