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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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Harry
could
not
help
thinking
that
he
and
Dumbledore
both
had
deep
roots
in
this
graveyard
,
and
that
Dumbledore
ought
to
have
told
him
so
,
yet
he
had
never
thought
to
share
the
connection
.
They
could
have
visited
the
place
together
;
for
a
moment
Harry
imagined
coming
here
with
Dumbledore
,
of
what
a
bond
that
would
have
been
,
of
how
much
it
would
have
meant
to
him
.
But
it
seemed
that
to
Dumbledore
,
the
fact
that
their
families
lay
side
by
side
in
the
same
graveyard
had
been
an
unimportant
coincidence
,
irrelevant
,
perhaps
,
to
the
job
he
wanted
Harry
to
do
.
Hermione
was
looking
at
Harry
,
and
he
was
glad
that
his
face
was
hidden
in
shadow
.
He
read
the
words
on
the
tombstone
again
.
Where
your
treasure
is
,
there
will
your
heart
be
also
.
He
did
not
understand
what
these
words
meant
.
Surely
Dumbledore
had
chosen
them
,
as
the
eldest
member
of
the
family
once
his
mother
had
died
.
"
Are
you
sure
he
never
mentioned
--
?
"
Hermione
began
.
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
curtly
,
then
,
"
let
's
keep
looking
,
"
and
he
turned
away
,
wishing
he
had
not
seen
the
stone
:
He
did
not
want
his
excited
trepidation
tainted
with
resentment
.
"
Here
!
"
cried
Hermione
again
a
few
moments
later
from
out
of
the
darkness
.
"
Oh
no
,
sorry
!
I
thought
it
said
Potter
.
"
She
was
rubbing
at
a
crumbling
,
mossy
stone
,
gazing
down
at
it
,
a
little
frown
on
her
face
.
"
Harry
,
come
back
a
moment
.
"
He
did
not
want
to
be
sidetracked
again
,
and
only
grudgingly
made
his
way
back
through
the
snow
toward
her
.
"
What
?
"
"
Look
at
this
!
"
