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"
Hello
,
Fawkes
,
"
he
said
.
Fawkes
,
Professor
Dumbledore
's
phoenix
,
was
standing
on
his
golden
perch
beside
the
door
.
The
size
of
a
swan
,
with
magnificent
scarlet-and-gold
plumage
,
he
swished
his
long
tail
and
blinked
benignly
at
Harry
.
Harry
sat
down
in
a
chair
in
front
of
Dumbledore
's
desk
.
For
several
minutes
,
he
sat
and
watched
the
old
headmasters
and
headmistresses
snoozing
in
their
frames
,
thinking
about
what
he
had
just
heard
,
and
running
his
fingers
over
his
scar
.
It
had
stopped
hurting
now
.
He
felt
much
calmer
,
somehow
,
now
that
he
was
in
Dumbledore
's
office
,
knowing
he
would
shortly
be
telling
him
about
the
dream
.
Harry
looked
up
at
the
walls
behind
the
desk
.
The
patched
and
ragged
Sorting
Hat
was
standing
on
a
shelf
.
A
glass
case
next
to
it
held
a
magnificent
silver
sword
with
large
rubies
set
into
the
hilt
,
which
Harry
recognized
as
the
one
he
himself
had
pulled
out
of
the
Sorting
Hat
in
his
second
year
.
The
sword
had
once
belonged
to
Godric
Gryffindor
,
founder
of
Harry
's
House
.
He
was
gazing
at
it
,
remembering
how
it
had
come
to
his
aid
when
he
had
thought
all
hope
was
lost
,
when
he
noticed
a
patch
of
silvery
light
,
dancing
and
shimmering
on
the
glass
case
.
He
looked
around
for
the
source
of
the
light
and
saw
a
sliver
of
silver-white
shining
brightly
from
within
a
black
cabinet
behind
him
,
whose
door
had
not
been
closed
properly
.
Harry
hesitated
,
glanced
at
Fawkes
,
then
got
up
,
walked
across
the
office
,
and
pulled
open
the
cabinet
door
.
A
shallow
stone
basin
lay
there
,
with
odd
carvings
around
the
edge
:
runes
and
symbols
that
Harry
did
not
recognize
.
The
silvery
light
was
coming
from
the
basin
's
contents
,
which
were
like
nothing
Harry
had
ever
seen
before
.
He
could
not
tell
whether
the
substance
was
liquid
or
gas
.
It
was
a
bright
,
whitish
silver
,
and
it
was
moving
ceaselessly
;
the
surface
of
it
became
ruffled
like
water
beneath
wind
,
and
then
,
like
clouds
,
separated
and
swirled
smoothly
.
It
looked
like
light
made
liquid
-
or
like
wind
made
solid
-
Harry
could
n't
make
up
his
mind
.
He
wanted
to
touch
it
,
to
find
out
what
it
felt
like
,
but
nearly
four
years
'
experience
of
the
magical
world
told
him
that
sticking
his
hand
into
a
bowl
full
of
some
unknown
substance
was
a
very
stupid
thing
to
do
.
He
therefore
pulled
his
wand
out
of
the
inside
of
his
robes
,
cast
a
nervous
look
around
the
office
,
looked
back
at
the
contents
of
the
basin
,
and
prodded
them
.
The
surface
of
the
silvery
stuff
inside
the
basin
began
to
swirl
very
fast
.
Harry
bent
closer
,
his
head
right
inside
the
cabinet
.
The
silvery
substance
had
become
transparent
;
it
looked
like
glass
.
He
looked
down
into
it
expecting
to
see
the
stone
bottom
of
the
basin
-
and
saw
instead
an
enormous
room
below
the
surface
of
the
mysterious
substance
,
a
room
into
which
he
seemed
to
be
looking
through
a
circular
window
in
the
ceiling
.
The
room
was
dimly
lit
;
he
thought
it
might
even
be
underground
,
for
there
were
no
windows
,
merely
torches
in
brackets
such
as
the
ones
that
illuminated
the
walls
of
Hogwarts
.
