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"
Not
the
way
he
did
,
"
said
Harry
.
After
all
his
anger
at
Dumbledore
,
how
odd
it
was
to
sit
here
,
beneath
the
high
,
vaulted
ceiling
,
and
defend
Dumbledore
from
himself
.
"
Hallows
,
not
Horcruxes
.
"
"
Hallows
,
"
murmured
Dumbledore
,
"
not
Horcruxes
.
Precisely
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
The
creature
behind
them
whimpered
,
but
Harry
no
longer
looked
around
.
"
Grindelwald
was
looking
for
them
too
?
"
he
asked
.
Dumbledore
closed
his
eyes
for
a
moment
and
nodded
.
"
It
was
the
thing
,
above
all
,
that
drew
us
together
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Two
clever
,
arrogant
boys
with
a
shared
obsession
.
He
wanted
to
come
to
Godric
's
Hollow
,
as
I
am
sure
you
have
guessed
,
because
of
the
grave
of
Ignotus
Peverell
.
He
wanted
to
explore
the
place
the
third
brother
had
died
.
"
"
So
it
's
true
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
All
of
it
?
The
Peverell
brothers
--
"
"
--
were
the
three
brothers
of
the
tale
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
nodding
.
"
Oh
yes
,
I
think
so
.
Whether
they
met
Death
on
a
lonely
road
...
I
think
it
more
likely
that
the
Peverell
brothers
were
simply
gifted
,
dangerous
wizards
who
succeeded
in
creating
those
powerful
objects
.
The
story
of
them
being
Death
's
own
Hallows
seems
to
me
the
sort
of
legend
that
might
have
sprung
up
around
such
creations
.
"
The
Cloak
,
as
you
know
now
,
traveled
down
through
the
ages
,
father
to
son
,
mother
to
daughter
,
right
down
to
Ignotus
's
last
living
descendant
,
who
was
born
,
as
Ignotus
was
,
in
the
village
of
Godric
's
Hollow
.
"
Dumbledore
smiled
at
Harry
.
