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Other
quills
will
describe
the
triumphs
of
the
following
years
.
Dumbledore
's
innumerable
contributions
to
the
store
of
Wizarding
knowledge
,
including
his
discovery
of
the
twelve
uses
of
dragon
's
blood
,
will
benefit
generations
to
come
,
as
will
the
wisdom
he
displayed
in
the
many
judgments
while
Chief
Warlock
of
the
Wizengamot
.
They
say
,
still
,
that
no
Wizarding
duel
ever
matched
that
between
Dumbledore
and
Grindelwald
in
1945
.
Those
who
witnessed
it
have
written
of
the
terror
and
the
awe
they
felt
as
they
watched
these
two
extraordinary
wizards
to
battle
.
Dumbledore
's
triumph
,
and
its
consequences
for
the
Wizarding
world
,
are
considered
a
turning
point
in
magical
history
to
match
the
introduction
of
the
International
Statute
of
Secrecy
or
the
downfall
of
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
.
Albus
Dumbledore
was
never
proud
or
vain
;
he
could
find
something
to
value
in
anyone
,
however
apparently
insignificant
or
wretched
,
and
I
believe
that
his
early
losses
endowed
him
with
great
humanity
and
sympathy
.
I
shall
miss
his
friendship
more
than
I
can
say
,
but
my
loss
is
nothing
compared
to
the
Wizarding
world
's
.
That
he
was
the
most
inspiring
and
best
loved
of
all
Hogwarts
headmasters
can
not
be
in
question
.
He
died
as
he
lived
:
working
always
for
the
greater
good
and
,
to
his
last
hour
,
as
willing
to
stretch
out
a
hand
to
a
small
boy
with
dragon
pox
as
he
was
on
the
day
I
met
him
.
Harry
finished
reading
,
but
continued
to
gaze
at
the
picture
accompanying
the
obituary
.
Dumbledore
was
wearing
his
familiar
,
kindly
smile
,
but
as
he
peered
over
the
top
of
his
half-moon
spectacles
,
he
gave
the
impression
,
even
in
newsprint
,
of
X-raying
Harry
,
whose
sadness
mingled
with
a
sense
of
humiliation
.
He
had
thought
he
knew
Dumbledore
quite
well
,
but
ever
since
reading
this
obituary
he
had
been
forced
to
recognize
that
he
had
barely
known
him
at
all
.
Never
once
had
he
imagined
Dumbledore
's
childhood
or
youth
;
it
was
as
though
he
had
sprung
into
being
as
Harry
had
known
him
,
venerable
and
silver-haired
and
old
.
The
idea
of
a
teenage
Dumbledore
was
simply
odd
,
like
trying
to
imagine
a
stupid
Hermione
or
a
friendly
Blast-Ended
Skrewt
.
He
had
never
thought
to
ask
Dumbledore
about
his
past
.
No
doubt
it
would
have
felt
strange
,
impertinent
even
,
but
after
all
it
had
been
common
knowledge
that
Dumbledore
had
taken
part
in
that
legendary
duel
with
Grindelwald
,
and
Harry
had
not
thought
to
ask
Dumbledore
what
that
had
been
like
,
nor
about
any
of
his
other
famous
achievements
.
No
,
they
had
always
discussed
Harry
,
Harry
's
past
,
Harry
's
future
,
Harry
's
plans
...
and
it
seemed
to
Harry
now
,
despite
the
fact
that
his
future
was
so
dangerous
and
so
uncertain
,
that
he
had
missed
irreplaceable
opportunities
when
he
had
failed
to
ask
Dumbledore
more
about
himself
,
even
though
the
only
personal
question
he
had
ever
asked
his
headmaster
was
also
the
only
one
he
suspected
that
Dumbledore
had
not
answered
honestly
:
"
What
do
you
see
when
you
look
in
the
mirror
?
"
"
I
?
I
see
myself
holding
a
pair
of
thick
,
woolen
socks
.
"
After
several
minutes
'
thought
,
Harry
tore
the
obituary
out
of
the
Prophet
,
folded
it
carefully
,
and
tucked
it
inside
the
first
volume
of
Practical
Defensive
Magic
and
its
Use
against
the
Dark
Arts
.
Then
he
threw
the
rest
of
the
newspaper
onto
the
rubbish
pile
and
turned
to
face
the
room
.
It
was
much
tidier
.
