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"
Why
do
you
think
Dumbledore
left
you
that
book
,
Miss
Granger
?
"
asked
Scrimgeour
.
"
He
...
he
knew
I
liked
books
,
"
said
Hermione
in
a
thick
voice
,
mopping
her
eyes
with
her
sleeve
.
"
But
why
that
particular
book
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
He
must
have
thought
I
'd
enjoy
it
.
"
"
Did
you
ever
discuss
codes
,
or
any
means
of
passing
secret
messages
,
with
Dumbledore
?
"
"
No
,
I
did
n't
,
"
said
Hermione
,
still
wiping
her
eyes
on
her
sleeve
.
"
And
if
the
Ministry
has
n't
found
any
hidden
codes
in
this
book
in
thirty-one
days
,
I
doubt
that
I
will
.
"
She
suppressed
a
sob
.
They
were
wedged
together
so
tightly
that
Ron
had
difficulty
extracting
his
arm
to
put
it
around
Hermione
's
shoulders
.
Scrimgeour
turned
back
to
the
will
.
"
'
To
Harry
James
Potter
,
'
"
he
read
,
and
Harry
's
insides
contracted
with
a
sudden
excitement
,
"
'
I
leave
the
Snitch
he
caught
in
his
first
Quidditch
match
at
Hogwarts
,
as
a
reminder
of
the
rewards
of
perseverance
and
skill
.
'
"
As
Scrimgeour
pulled
out
the
tiny
,
walnut-sized
golden
ball
,
its
silver
wings
fluttered
rather
feebly
,
and
Harry
could
not
help
feeling
a
definite
sense
of
anticlimax
.
