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The
firelight
made
the
grimy
lenses
of
Aberforth
's
glasses
momentarily
opaque
,
a
bright
flat
white
,
and
Harry
remembered
the
blind
eyes
of
the
giant
spider
,
Aragog
.
"
My
brother
Albus
wanted
a
lot
of
things
,
"
said
Aberforth
,
"
and
people
had
a
habit
of
getting
hurt
while
he
was
carrying
out
his
grand
plans
.
You
get
away
from
this
school
,
Potter
,
and
out
of
the
country
if
you
can
.
Forget
my
brother
and
his
clever
schemes
.
He
's
gone
where
none
of
this
can
hurt
him
,
and
you
do
n't
owe
him
anything
.
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
,
"
said
Harry
again
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
I
?
"
said
Aberforth
quietly
.
"
You
do
n't
think
I
understood
my
own
brother
?
Think
you
know
Albus
better
than
I
did
?
"
"
I
did
n't
mean
that
,
"
said
Harry
,
whose
brain
felt
sluggish
with
exhaustion
and
from
the
surfeit
of
food
and
wine
.
"
It
's
...
he
left
me
a
job
.
"
"
Did
he
now
?
"
said
Aberforth
.
"
Nice
job
,
I
hope
?
Pleasant
?
Easy
?
Sort
of
thing
you
'd
expect
an
unqualified
wizard
kid
to
be
able
to
do
without
overstretching
themselves
?
"
Ron
gave
a
rather
grim
laugh
.
Hermione
was
looking
strained
.
"
I
--
it
's
not
easy
,
no
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
But
I
've
got
to
--
"
"
Got
to
?
Why
'
got
to
?
'
He
's
dead
,
is
n't
he
?
"
said
Aberforth
roughly
.
"
Let
it
go
,
boy
,
before
you
follow
him
!
Save
yourself
!
"
"
I
ca
n't
.
"
