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"
Where
'd
you
reckon
the
ring
is
now
?
"
Ron
asked
Harry
.
"
What
did
Dumbledore
do
with
it
after
he
broke
it
open
?
"
But
Harry
's
imagination
was
racing
ahead
,
far
beyond
Ron
and
Hermione
's
...
Three
objects
,
or
Hallows
,
which
,
if
united
,
will
make
the
possessor
master
of
Death
...
Master
...
Conqueror
...
Vanquisher
...
The
last
enemy
that
shall
be
destroyed
is
death
...
And
he
saw
himself
,
possessor
of
the
Hallows
,
facing
Voldemort
,
whose
Horcruxes
were
no
match
...
Neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
...
Was
this
the
answer
?
Hallows
versus
Horcruxes
?
Was
there
a
way
after
all
,
to
ensure
that
he
was
the
one
who
triumphed
?
If
he
were
the
master
of
the
Deathly
Hallows
,
would
he
be
safe
?
"
Harry
?
"
But
he
scarcely
heard
Hermione
:
He
had
pulled
out
his
Invisibility
Cloak
and
was
running
it
through
his
fingers
,
the
cloth
supple
as
water
,
light
as
air
.
He
had
never
seen
anything
to
equal
it
in
his
nearly
seven
years
in
the
Wizarding
world
.
The
Cloak
was
exactly
what
Xenophilius
had
described
:
A
cloak
that
really
and
truly
renders
the
wearer
completely
invisible
,
and
endures
eternally
,
giving
constant
and
impenetrable
concealment
,
no
matter
what
spells
are
cast
at
it
...
And
then
,
with
a
gasp
,
he
remembered
--
"
Dumbledore
had
my
Cloak
the
night
my
parents
died
!
"
His
voice
shook
and
he
could
feel
the
color
in
his
face
,
but
he
did
not
care
.
