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"
Dumbledore
left
me
this
book
,
Ron
--
"
"
--
and
he
left
me
the
Deluminator
,
maybe
I
'm
supposed
to
use
it
!
"
Unable
to
stand
the
bickering
,
Harry
slipped
out
of
the
room
unnoticed
by
either
of
them
.
He
headed
downstairs
toward
the
kitchen
,
which
he
kept
visiting
because
he
was
sure
that
was
where
Kreacher
was
most
likely
to
reappear
.
Halfway
down
the
flight
of
stairs
into
the
hall
,
however
,
he
heard
a
tap
on
the
front
door
,
then
metallic
clicks
and
the
grinding
of
the
chain
.
Every
nerve
in
his
body
seemed
to
tauten
:
He
pulled
out
his
wand
,
moved
into
the
shadows
beside
the
decapitated
elf
heads
,
and
waited
.
The
door
opened
:
He
saw
a
glimpse
of
the
lamplit
square
outside
,
and
a
cloaked
figure
edged
into
the
hall
and
closed
the
door
behind
it
.
The
intruder
took
a
step
forward
,
and
Moody
's
voice
asked
,
"
Severus
Snape
?
"
Then
the
dust
figure
rose
from
the
end
of
the
hall
and
rushed
him
,
raising
its
dead
hand
.
"
It
was
not
I
who
killed
you
,
Albus
,
"
said
a
quiet
voice
.
The
jinx
broke
:
The
dust-figure
exploded
again
,
and
it
was
impossible
to
make
out
the
newcomer
through
the
dense
gray
cloud
it
left
behind
.
Harry
pointed
his
wand
into
the
middle
of
it
.
"
Do
n't
move
!
"
He
had
forgotten
the
portrait
of
Mrs.
Black
:
At
the
sound
of
his
yell
,
the
curtains
hiding
her
flew
open
and
she
began
to
scream
,
"
Mudbloods
and
filth
dishonoring
my
house
--
"
