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"
And
now
for
the
very
last
recollection
I
have
to
show
you
,
at
least
until
you
manage
to
retrieve
Professor
Slughorn
's
memory
for
us
.
Ten
years
separates
Hokey
's
memory
and
this
one
,
ten
years
during
which
we
can
only
guess
at
what
Lord
Voldemort
was
doing
...
"
Harry
got
to
his
feet
once
more
as
Dumbledore
emptied
the
last
memory
into
the
Pensieve
.
"
Whose
memory
is
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Mine
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
And
Harry
dived
after
Dumbledore
through
the
shifting
silver
mass
,
landing
in
the
very
office
he
had
just
left
.
There
was
Fawkes
slumbering
happily
on
his
perch
,
and
there
behind
the
desk
was
Dumbledore
,
who
looked
very
similar
to
the
Dumbledore
standing
beside
Harry
,
though
both
hands
were
whole
and
undamaged
and
his
face
was
,
perhaps
,
a
little
less
lined
.
The
one
difference
between
the
present-day
office
and
this
one
was
that
it
was
snowing
in
the
past
;
bluish
flecks
were
drifting
past
the
window
in
the
dark
and
building
up
on
the
outside
ledge
.
The
younger
Dumbledore
seemed
to
be
waiting
for
something
,
and
sure
enough
,
moments
after
their
arrival
,
there
was
a
knock
on
the
door
and
he
said
,
"
Enter
.
"
Harry
let
out
a
hastily
stifled
gasp
.
Voldemort
had
entered
the
room
.
His
features
were
not
those
Harry
had
seen
emerge
from
the
great
stone
cauldron
almost
two
years
ago
:
they
were
not
as
snake-like
,
the
eyes
were
not
yet
scarlet
,
the
face
not
yet
masklike
,
and
yet
he
was
no
longer
handsome
Tom
Riddle
.
It
was
as
though
his
features
had
been
burned
and
blurred
;
they
were
waxy
and
oddly
distorted
,
and
the
whites
of
the
eyes
now
had
a
permanently
bloody
look
,
though
the
pupils
were
not
yet
the
slits
that
Harry
knew
they
would
become
.
He
was
wearing
a
long
black
cloak
,
and
his
face
was
as
pale
as
the
snow
glistening
on
his
shoulders
.
The
Dumbledore
behind
the
desk
showed
no
sign
of
surprise
.
Evidently
this
visit
had
been
made
by
appointment
.
"
Good
evening
,
Tom
,
"
said
Dumbledore
easily
.
"
Wo
n't
you
sit
down
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Voldemort
,
and
he
took
the
seat
to
which
Dumbledore
had
gestured
--
the
very
seat
,
by
the
looks
of
it
,
that
Harry
had
just
vacated
in
the
present
.
"
I
heard
that
you
had
become
Headmaster
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
was
slightly
higher
and
colder
than
it
had
been
.
"
A
worthy
choice
.
"
