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"
Me
?
"
"
You
.
You
have
guessed
,
I
know
,
why
the
Cloak
was
in
my
possession
on
the
night
your
parents
died
.
James
had
showed
it
to
me
just
a
few
days
previously
.
It
explained
much
of
his
undetected
wrongdoing
at
school
!
I
could
hardly
believe
what
I
was
seeing
.
I
asked
to
borrow
it
,
to
examine
it
.
I
had
long
since
given
up
my
dream
of
uniting
the
Hallows
,
but
I
could
not
resist
,
could
not
help
taking
a
closer
look
...
It
was
a
Cloak
the
likes
of
which
I
had
never
seen
,
immensely
old
,
perfect
in
every
respect
...
and
then
your
father
died
,
and
I
had
two
Hallows
at
last
,
all
to
myself
!
"
His
tone
was
unbearably
bitter
.
"
The
Cloak
would
n't
have
helped
them
survive
,
though
,
"
Harry
said
quickly
.
"
Voldemort
knew
where
my
mum
and
dad
were
.
The
Cloak
could
n't
have
made
them
curse-proof
.
"
"
True
,
"
sighed
Dumbledore
.
"
True
.
"
Harry
waited
,
but
Dumbledore
did
not
speak
,
so
he
prompted
him
.
"
So
you
'd
given
up
looking
for
the
Hallows
when
you
saw
the
Cloak
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Dumbledore
faintly
.
It
seemed
that
he
forced
himself
to
meet
Harry
's
eyes
.
"
You
know
what
happened
.
You
know
.
You
can
not
despise
me
more
than
I
despise
myself
.
"
"
But
I
do
n't
despise
you
--
"
