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"
Which
job
did
he
want
,
sir
?
What
subject
did
he
want
to
teach
?
"
Somehow
,
Harry
knew
the
answer
even
before
Dumbledore
gave
it
.
"
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
.
It
was
being
taught
at
the
time
by
an
old
Professor
by
the
name
of
Galatea
Merrythought
,
who
had
been
at
Hogwarts
for
nearly
fifty
years
.
"
So
Voldemort
went
off
to
Borgin
and
Burkes
,
and
all
the
staff
who
had
admired
him
said
what
a
waste
it
was
,
a
brilliant
young
wizard
like
that
,
working
in
a
shop
.
However
,
Voldemort
was
no
mere
assistant
.
Polite
and
handsome
and
clever
,
he
was
soon
given
particular
jobs
of
the
type
that
only
exist
in
a
place
like
Borgin
and
Burkes
,
which
specializes
,
as
you
know
,
Harry
,
in
objects
with
unusual
and
powerful
properties
.
Voldemort
was
sent
to
persuade
people
to
part
with
their
treasures
for
sale
by
the
partners
,
and
he
was
,
by
all
accounts
,
unusually
gifted
at
doing
this
.
"
"
I
'll
bet
he
was
,
"
said
Harry
,
unable
to
contain
himself
.
"
Well
,
quite
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
with
a
faint
smile
.
"
And
now
it
is
time
to
hear
from
Hokey
the
house-elf
,
who
worked
for
a
very
old
,
very
rich
witch
by
the
name
of
Hepzibah
Smith
.
"
Dumbledore
tapped
a
bottle
with
his
wand
,
the
cork
flew
out
,
and
he
tipped
the
swirling
memory
into
the
Pensieve
,
saying
as
he
did
so
,
"
After
you
,
Harry
.
"
Harry
got
to
his
feet
and
bent
once
more
over
the
rippling
silver
contents
of
the
stone
basin
until
his
face
touched
them
.
He
tumbled
through
dark
nothingness
and
landed
in
a
sitting
room
in
front
of
an
immensely
fat
old
lady
wearing
an
elaborate
ginger
wig
and
a
brilliant
pink
set
of
robes
that
flowed
all
around
her
,
giving
her
the
look
of
a
melting
iced
cake
.
She
was
looking
into
a
small
jeweled
mirror
and
dabbing
rouge
onto
her
already
scarlet
cheeks
with
a
large
powder
puff
,
while
the
tiniest
and
oldest
house-elf
Harry
had
ever
seen
laced
her
fleshy
feet
into
tight
satin
slippers
.
"
Hurry
up
,
Hokey
!
"
said
Hepzibah
imperiously
.
"
He
said
he
'd
come
at
four
,
it
's
only
a
couple
of
minutes
to
and
he
's
never
been
late
yet
!
"
She
tucked
away
her
powder
puff
as
the
house-elf
straightened
up
.
The
top
of
the
elf
's
head
barely
reached
the
seat
of
Hepzibah
's
chair
,
and
her
papery
skin
hung
off
her
frame
just
like
the
crisp
linen
sheet
she
wore
draped
like
a
toga
.
