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The
wizard
clapped
a
pudgy
hand
to
his
vast
forehead
.
"
The
Dark
Mark
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Knew
there
was
something
...
ah
well
.
Would
n't
have
had
time
anyway
,
I
'd
only
just
put
the
finishing
touches
to
my
upholstery
when
you
entered
the
room
.
"
He
heaved
a
great
sigh
that
made
the
ends
of
his
mustache
flutter
.
"
Would
you
like
my
assistance
clearing
up
?
"
asked
Dumbledore
politely
.
"
Please
,
"
said
the
other
.
They
stood
back
to
back
,
the
tall
thin
wizard
and
the
short
round
one
,
and
waved
their
wands
in
one
identical
sweeping
motion
.
The
furniture
flew
back
to
its
original
places
;
ornaments
re-formed
in
midair
,
feathers
zoomed
into
their
cushions
;
torn
books
repaired
themselves
as
they
landed
upon
their
shelves
;
oil
lanterns
soared
onto
side
tables
and
reignited
;
avast
collection
of
splintered
silver
picture
frames
flew
glittering
across
the
room
and
alighted
,
whole
and
untarnished
,
upon
a
desk
;
rips
,
cracks
,
and
holes
healed
everywhere
,
and
the
walls
wiped
themselves
clean
.
"
What
kind
of
blood
was
that
,
incidentally
?
"
asked
Dumbledore
loudly
over
the
chiming
of
the
newly
unsmashed
grandfather
flock
.
"
On
the
walls
?
Dragon
,
"
shouted
the
wizard
called
Horace
,
as
,
with
a
deafening
grinding
and
tinkling
,
the
chandelier
screwed
itself
back
into
the
ceiling
.
There
was
a
final
plunk
from
the
piano
,
and
silence
.
