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"
I
do
n't
think
he
'd
have
told
Bellatrix
it
was
a
Horcrux
,
though
.
He
never
told
Lucius
Malfoy
the
truth
about
the
diary
.
He
probably
told
her
it
was
a
treasured
possession
and
asked
her
to
place
it
in
her
vault
.
The
safest
place
in
the
world
for
anything
you
want
to
hide
,
Hagrid
told
me
...
except
for
Hogwarts
.
"
When
Harry
had
finished
speaking
,
Ron
shook
his
head
.
"
You
really
understand
him
.
"
"
Bits
of
him
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Bits
...
I
just
wish
I
'd
understood
Dumbledore
as
much
.
But
we
'll
see
.
Come
on
--
Ollivander
now
.
"
Ron
and
Hermione
looked
bewildered
but
very
impressed
as
they
followed
him
across
the
little
landing
and
knocked
upon
the
door
opposite
Bill
and
Fleur
's
.
A
weak
"
Come
in
!
"
answered
them
.
The
wandmaker
was
lying
on
the
twin
bed
farthest
from
the
window
.
He
had
been
held
in
the
cellar
for
more
than
a
year
,
and
tortured
,
Harry
knew
,
on
at
least
one
occasion
.
He
was
emaciated
,
the
bones
of
his
face
sticking
out
sharply
against
the
yellowish
skin
.
His
great
silver
eyes
seemed
vast
in
their
sunken
sockets
.
The
hands
that
lay
upon
the
blanket
could
have
belonged
to
a
skeleton
.
Harry
sat
down
on
the
empty
bed
,
beside
Ron
and
Hermione
.
The
rising
sun
was
not
visible
here
.
The
room
faced
the
cliff-top
garden
and
the
freshly
dug
grave
.
"
Mr.
Ollivander
,
I
'm
sorry
to
disturb
you
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
My
dear
boy
,
"
Ollivander
's
voice
was
feeble
.
"
You
rescued
us
,
I
thought
we
would
die
in
that
place
,
I
can
never
thank
you
...
never
thank
you
...
enough
.
"
"
We
were
glad
to
do
it
.
"
