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"
I
would
assume
that
you
were
going
to
offer
me
refreshment
,
"
Dumbledore
said
to
Uncle
Vernon
,
"
but
the
evidence
so
far
suggests
that
that
would
be
optimistic
to
the
point
of
foolishness
.
"
A
third
twitch
of
the
wand
,
and
a
dusty
bottle
and
five
glasses
appeared
in
midair
.
The
bottle
tipped
and
poured
a
generous
measure
of
honey-colored
liquid
into
each
of
the
glasses
,
which
then
floated
to
each
person
in
the
room
.
"
Madam
Rosmerta
's
finest
oak-matured
mead
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
raising
his
glass
to
Harry
,
who
caught
hold
of
his
own
and
sipped
.
He
had
never
tasted
anything
like
it
before
,
but
enjoyed
it
immensely
.
The
Dursleys
,
after
quick
,
scared
looks
at
one
another
,
tried
to
ignore
their
glasses
completely
,
a
difficult
feat
,
as
they
were
nudging
them
gently
on
the
sides
of
their
heads
.
Harry
could
not
suppress
a
suspicion
that
Dumbledore
was
rather
enjoying
himself
.
"
Well
,
Harry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
turning
toward
him
,
"
a
difficulty
has
arisen
which
I
hope
you
will
be
able
to
solve
for
us
.
By
us
,
I
mean
the
Order
of
the
Phoenix
.
But
first
of
all
I
must
tell
you
that
Sirius
's
will
was
discovered
a
week
ago
and
that
he
left
you
everything
he
owned
.
Over
on
the
sofa
,
Uncle
Vernons
head
turned
,
but
Harry
did
not
look
at
him
,
nor
could
he
think
of
anything
to
say
except
,
"
Oh
.
Right
.
"
"
This
is
,
in
the
main
,
fairly
straightforward
,
"
Dumbledore
went
on
.
"
You
add
a
reasonable
amount
of
gold
to
your
account
at
Gringotts
,
and
you
inherit
all
of
Sirius
's
personal
possessions
.
The
slightly
problematic
part
of
the
legacy
--
"
"
His
godfather
's
dead
?
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
loudly
from
the
sofa
.
Dumbledore
and
Harry
both
turned
to
look
at
him
.
The
glass
of
mead
was
now
knocking
quite
insistently
on
the
side
of
Vernon
's
head
;
he
attempted
to
beat
it
away
.
"
He
's
dead
?
His
godfather
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
He
did
not
ask
Harry
why
he
had
not
confided
in
the
Dursleys
.
"
Our
problem
,
"
he
continued
to
Harry
,
as
if
there
had
been
no
interruption
,
"
is
that
Sirius
also
left
you
number
twelve
,
Grimmauld
Place
.
"
"
He
's
been
left
a
house
?
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
greedily
,
his
small
eyes
narrowing
,
but
nobody
answered
him
.
"
You
can
keep
using
it
as
headquarters
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
do
n't
care
.
You
can
have
it
,
I
do
n't
really
want
it
.
"
Harry
never
wanted
to
set
foot
in
number
twelve
,
Grimmauld
Place
again
if
he
could
help
it
.
He
thought
he
would
be
haunted
forever
by
the
memory
of
Sirius
prowling
its
dark
musty
rooms
alone
,
imprisoned
within
the
place
he
had
wanted
so
desperately
to
leave
.
