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Until
Dumbledore
had
asked
,
Harry
had
not
known
.
Now
,
however
,
he
found
that
he
had
an
answer
ready
to
give
.
"
It
looks
,
"
he
said
slowly
,
"
like
King
's
Cross
station
.
Except
a
lo
cleaner
and
empty
,
and
there
are
no
trains
as
far
as
I
can
see
.
"
"
King
's
Cross
station
!
"
Dumbledore
was
chuckling
immoderately
.
"
Good
gracious
,
really
?
"
"
Well
,
where
do
you
think
we
are
?
"
asked
Harry
,
a
little
defensively
.
"
My
dear
boy
,
I
have
no
idea
.
This
is
,
as
they
say
,
your
party
.
"
Harry
had
no
idea
what
this
meant
;
Dumbledore
was
being
infuriating
.
He
glared
at
him
,
then
remembered
a
much
more
pressing
question
than
that
of
their
current
location
.
"
The
Deathly
Hallows
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
was
glad
to
see
that
the
words
wiped
the
smile
from
Dumbledore
's
face
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
"
he
said
.
He
even
looked
a
little
worried
.
"
Well
?
"
For
the
first
time
since
Harry
had
met
Dumbledore
,
he
looked
less
than
an
old
man
,
much
less
.
He
looked
fleetingly
like
a
small
boy
caught
in
wrongdoing
.
