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He
rummaged
in
the
pouch
hung
around
his
neck
,
and
pulled
out
the
two
halves
of
holly
still
just
connected
by
the
finest
thread
of
phoenix
feather
.
Hermione
had
said
that
they
could
not
be
repaired
,
that
the
damage
was
too
severe
All
he
knew
was
that
if
this
did
not
work
,
nothing
would
.
He
laid
the
broken
wand
upon
the
headmaster
's
desk
,
touched
it
with
the
very
tip
of
the
Elder
Wand
,
and
said
,
"
Reparo
.
"
As
his
wand
resealed
,
red
sparks
flew
out
of
its
end
.
Harry
knew
that
he
had
succeeded
.
He
picked
up
the
holly
and
phoenix
wand
and
felt
a
sudden
warmth
in
his
fingers
,
as
though
wand
and
hand
were
rejoicing
at
their
reunion
.
"
I
'm
putting
the
Elder
Wand
,
"
he
told
Dumbledore
,
who
was
watching
him
with
enormous
affection
and
admiration
,
"
back
where
it
came
from
.
It
can
stay
there
.
If
I
die
a
natural
death
like
Ignotus
,
its
power
will
be
broken
,
wo
n't
it
?
The
previous
master
will
never
have
been
defeated
.
That
'll
be
the
end
of
it
.
"
Dumbledore
nodded
.
They
smiled
at
each
other
.
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
said
Ron
.
There
was
the
faintest
trace
of
longing
in
his
voice
as
he
looked
at
the
Elder
Wand
.
"
I
think
Harry
's
right
,
"
said
Hermione
quietly
.
"
That
wand
's
more
trouble
than
it
's
worth
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
And
quite
honestly
,
"
he
turned
away
from
the
painted
portraits
,
thinking
now
only
of
the
four-poster
bed
lying
waiting
for
him
in
Gryffindor
Tower
,
and
wondering
whether
Kreacher
might
bring
him
a
sandwich
there
,
"
I
've
had
enough
trouble
for
a
lifetime
.
"
Autumn
seemed
to
arrive
suddenly
that
year
.
The
morning
of
the
first
of
September
was
crisp
as
an
apple
,
and
as
the
little
family
bobbed
across
the
rumbling
road
toward
the
great
sooty
station
,
the
fumes
of
car
exhausts
and
the
breath
of
pedestrians
sparkled
like
cobwebs
in
the
cold
air
.
Two
large
cages
tattled
on
top
of
the
laden
trolleys
the
parents
were
pushing
;
the
owls
inside
them
hooted
indignantly
,
and
the
redheaded
girl
trailed
fearfully
behind
her
brothers
,
clutching
her
father
's
arm
.
