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"
Dumbledore
would
have
been
happier
than
anybody
to
think
that
there
was
a
little
more
love
in
the
world
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
curtly
,
just
as
the
hospital
doors
opened
again
and
Hagrid
walked
in
.
The
little
of
his
face
that
was
not
obscured
by
hair
or
beard
was
soaking
and
swollen
;
he
was
shaking
with
tears
,
a
vast
,
spotted
handkerchief
in
his
hand
.
"
I
've
...
I
've
done
it
,
Professor
,
"
he
choked
.
"
M-moved
him
.
Professor
Sprout
's
got
the
kids
back
in
bed
.
Professor
Flitwick
's
lyin
down
,
but
he
says
he
'll
be
all
righ
'
in
a
jiffy
,
an
'
Professor
Slughorn
says
the
Ministry
's
bin
informed
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
Hagrid
,
"
said
Professor
McGonagall
,
standing
up
at
once
and
turning
to
look
at
the
group
around
Bill
's
bed
.
"
I
shall
have
to
see
the
Ministry
when
they
get
here
.
Hagrid
,
please
tell
the
Heads
of
Houses
--
Slughorn
can
represent
Slytherin
--
that
I
want
to
see
them
in
my
office
forthwith
.
I
would
like
you
to
join
us
too
.
"
As
Hagrid
nodded
,
turned
,
and
shuffled
out
of
the
room
again
,
she
looked
down
at
Harry
.
"
Before
I
meet
them
I
would
like
a
quick
word
with
you
,
Harry
.
If
you
'll
come
with
me
...
"
Harry
stood
up
,
murmured
"
See
you
in
a
bit
"
to
Ron
,
Hermione
,
and
Ginny
,
and
followed
Professor
McGonagall
back
down
the
ward
.
The
corridors
outside
were
deserted
and
the
only
sound
was
the
distant
phoenix
song
.
It
was
several
minutes
before
Harry
became
aware
that
they
were
not
heading
for
Professor
McGonagall
's
office
,
but
for
Dumbledore
's
,
and
another
few
seconds
before
he
realized
that
of
course
,
she
had
been
Deputy
Headmistress
...
apparently
she
was
now
Headmistress
...
so
the
room
behind
the
gargoyle
was
now
hers
.
In
silence
they
ascended
the
moving
spiral
staircase
and
entered
the
circular
office
.
He
did
not
know
what
he
had
expected
:
that
the
room
would
be
draped
in
black
,
perhaps
,
or
even
that
Dumbledore
's
body
might
be
lying
there
.
In
fact
,
it
looked
almost
exactly
as
it
had
done
when
he
and
Dumbledore
had
left
it
mere
hours
previously
:
the
silver
instruments
whirring
and
puffing
on
their
spindle
legged
tables
,
Gryffindor
's
sword
in
its
glass
case
gleaming
in
the
moonlight
,
the
Sorting
Hat
on
a
shelf
behind
the
desk
,
the
Fawkes
's
perch
stood
empty
,
he
was
still
crying
his
lament
to
the
grounds
.
And
a
new
portrait
had
joined
the
ranks
of
the
dead
headmasters
and
headmistresses
of
Hogwarts
:
Dumbledore
was
slumbering
in
a
golden
frame
over
the
desk
,
his
half-moon
spectacle
perched
upon
his
crooked
nose
,
looking
peaceful
and
untroubled
.
After
glancing
once
at
this
portrait
,
Professor
McGonagall
made
an
odd
movement
as
though
steeling
herself
,
then
rounded
the
desk
to
look
at
Harry
,
her
face
taut
and
lined
.
