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Dumbledore
pointed
his
wand
at
the
bottle
and
the
cork
flew
out
.
"
Sir
--
how
did
you
injure
your
hand
?
"
Harry
asked
again
,
looking
at
the
blackened
fingers
with
a
mixture
of
revulsion
and
pity
.
"
Now
is
not
the
moment
for
that
story
,
Harry
.
Not
yet
.
We
have
an
appointment
with
Bob
Ogden
.
"
Dumbledore
tipped
the
silvery
contents
of
the
bottle
into
the
Pensieve
,
where
they
swirled
and
shimmered
,
neither
liquid
nor
gas
.
"
After
you
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
gesturing
toward
the
bowl
.
Harry
bent
forward
,
took
a
deep
breath
,
and
plunged
his
face
into
the
silvery
substance
.
He
felt
his
feet
leave
the
office
floor
;
he
was
falling
,
falling
through
whirling
darkness
and
then
,
quite
suddenly
,
he
was
blinking
in
dazzling
sunlight
.
Before
his
eyes
had
adjusted
,
Dumbledore
landed
beside
him
.
They
were
standing
in
a
country
lane
bordered
by
high
,
tangled
hedgerows
,
beneath
a
summer
sky
as
bright
and
blue
as
a
forget-me-not
.
Some
ten
feet
in
front
of
them
stood
a
short
,
plump
man
wearing
enormously
thick
glasses
that
reduced
his
eyes
to
molelike
specks
.
He
was
reading
a
wooden
signpost
that
was
sticking
out
of
the
brambles
on
the
left-hand
side
of
the
road
.
Harry
knew
this
must
be
Ogden
;
he
was
the
only
person
in
sight
,
and
he
was
also
wearing
the
strange
assortment
of
clothes
so
often
chosen
by
inexperienced
wizards
trying
to
look
like
Muggles
:
in
this
case
,
a
frock
coat
and
spats
over
a
striped
one-piece
bathing
costume
.
Before
Harry
had
time
to
do
more
than
register
his
bizarre
appearance
,
however
,
Ogden
had
set
off
at
a
brisk
walk
down
the
lane
.
Dumbledore
and
Harry
followed
.
As
they
passed
the
wooden
sign
,
Harry
looked
up
at
its
two
arms
.
The
one
pointing
back
the
way
they
had
come
read
:
"
Great
Hangleton
,
5
miles
"
.
The
arm
pointing
after
Ogden
said
"
Little
Hangleton
,
1
mile
"
.
They
walked
a
short
way
with
nothing
to
see
but
the
hedgerows
,
the
wide
blue
sky
overhead
and
the
swishing
,
frock-coated
figure
ahead
.
Then
the
lane
curved
to
the
left
and
fell
away
,
sloping
steeply
down
a
hillside
,
so
that
they
had
a
sudden
,
unexpected
view
of
a
whole
valley
laid
out
in
front
of
them
.
Harry
could
see
a
village
,
undoubtedly
Little
Hangleton
,
nestled
between
two
steep
hills
,
its
church
and
graveyard
clearly
visible
.
Across
the
valley
,
set
on
the
opposite
hillside
,
was
a
handsome
manor
house
surrounded
by
a
wide
expanse
of
velvety
green
lawn
.
