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He
wiped
his
nose
on
hiss
cuff
and
cleared
his
throat
.
"
'
Course
,
Grindelwald
scarpered
.
He
had
a
bit
of
a
track
record
already
,
back
in
his
own
country
,
and
he
did
n't
want
Ariana
set
to
his
account
too
.
And
Albus
was
free
,
was
n't
he
?
Free
of
the
burden
of
his
sister
,
free
to
become
the
greatest
wizard
of
the
--
"
"
He
was
never
free
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
said
Aberforth
.
"
Never
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
The
night
that
your
brother
died
,
he
drank
a
potion
that
drove
him
out
of
his
mind
.
He
started
screaming
,
pleading
with
someone
who
was
n't
there
.
'
Do
n't
hurt
them
,
please
...
hurt
me
instead
.
'
"
Ron
and
Hermione
were
staring
at
Harry
.
He
had
never
gone
into
details
about
what
had
happened
on
the
island
on
the
lake
:
The
events
that
had
taken
place
after
he
and
Dumbledore
had
returned
to
Hogwarts
had
eclipsed
it
so
thoroughly
.
"
He
thought
he
was
back
there
with
you
and
Grindelwald
,
I
know
he
did
,
"
said
Harry
,
remembering
Dumbledore
whispering
,
pleading
.
"
He
thought
he
was
watching
Grindelwald
hurting
you
and
Ariana
...
It
was
torture
to
him
,
if
you
'd
seen
him
then
,
you
would
n't
say
he
was
free
.
"
Aberforth
seemed
lost
in
contemplation
of
his
own
knotted
and
veined
hands
.
After
a
long
pause
he
said
.
"
How
can
you
be
sure
,
Potter
,
that
my
brother
was
n't
more
interested
in
the
greater
good
than
in
you
?
How
can
you
be
sure
you
are
n't
dispensable
,
just
like
my
little
sister
?
"
A
shard
of
ice
seemed
to
pierce
Harry
's
heart
.
