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"
Harry
.
"
He
spread
his
arms
wide
,
and
his
hands
were
both
whole
and
white
and
undamaged
.
"
You
wonderful
boy
.
You
brave
,
brave
man
.
Let
us
walk
.
"
Stunned
,
Harry
followed
as
Dumbledore
strode
away
from
where
the
flayed
child
lay
whimpering
,
leading
him
to
two
seats
that
Harry
had
not
previously
noticed
,
set
some
distance
away
under
that
high
,
sparkling
ceiling
.
Dumbledore
sat
down
in
one
of
them
,
and
Harry
fell
into
the
other
,
staring
at
his
old
headmaster
's
face
.
Dumbledore
's
long
silver
hair
and
beard
,
the
piercingly
blue
eyes
behind
half-moon
spectacles
,
the
crooked
nose
:
Everything
was
as
he
had
remembered
it
.
And
yet
...
"
But
you
're
dead
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Dumbledore
matter-of-factly
.
"
Then
...
I
'm
dead
too
?
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
smiling
still
more
broadly
.
"
That
is
the
question
,
is
n't
it
?
On
the
whole
,
dear
boy
,
I
think
not
.
"
They
looked
at
each
other
,
the
old
man
still
beaming
.
"
Not
?
"
repeated
Harry
.
"
Not
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
