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"
'
Evil
'
is
a
strong
word
,
"
said
Hermione
quietly
.
"
You
were
the
one
who
kept
telling
me
the
book
was
dangerous
!
"
"
I
'm
trying
to
say
,
Harry
,
that
you
're
pulling
too
much
blame
on
yourself
.
I
thought
the
Prince
seemed
to
have
a
nasty
sense
of
humour
,
but
I
would
never
have
guessed
he
was
a
potential
killer
...
"
"
None
of
us
could
've
guessed
Snape
would
...
you
know
,
"
said
Ron
.
Silence
fell
between
them
,
each
of
them
lost
in
their
own
thoughts
,
but
Harry
was
sure
that
they
,
like
him
,
were
thinking
about
the
following
morning
,
when
Dumbledore
's
body
would
be
laid
to
rest
.
Harry
had
never
attended
a
funeral
before
;
there
had
been
no
body
to
bury
when
Sirius
had
died
.
He
did
not
know
what
to
expect
and
was
a
little
worried
about
what
he
might
see
,
about
how
he
would
feel
.
He
wondered
whether
Dumbledore
's
death
would
be
more
real
to
him
once
the
funeral
was
over
.
Though
he
had
moments
when
the
horrible
fact
of
it
threatened
to
overwhelm
him
,
there
were
blank
stretches
of
numbness
where
,
despite
the
fact
that
nobody
was
talking
about
anything
else
in
the
whole
castle
,
he
still
found
it
difficult
to
believe
that
Dumbledore
had
really
gone
.
Admittedly
he
had
not
,
as
he
had
with
Sirius
,
looked
desperately
for
some
kind
of
loophole
,
some
way
that
Dumbledore
would
come
back
...
he
felt
in
his
pocket
for
the
cold
chain
of
the
fake
Horcrux
,
which
he
now
carried
with
him
everywhere
,
not
as
a
talisman
,
but
as
a
reminder
of
what
it
had
cost
and
what
remained
still
to
do
.
Harry
rose
early
to
pack
the
next
day
;
the
Hogwarts
Express
would
be
leaving
an
hour
after
the
funeral
.
Downstairs
he
found
the
mood
in
the
Great
Hall
subdued
.
Everybody
was
wearing
their
dress
robes
and
no
one
seemed
very
hungry
.
Professor
McGonagall
had
left
the
thronelike
chair
in
the
middle
of
the
staff
table
empty
.
Hagrid
's
chair
was
deserted
too
:
Harry
thought
that
perhaps
he
had
not
been
able
to
face
breakfast
;
but
Snape
's
place
had
been
unceremoniously
filled
by
Rufus
Scrimgeour
.
Harry
avoided
his
yellowish
eyes
as
they
scanned
the
Hall
;
Harry
had
the
uncomfortable
feeling
that
Scrimgeour
was
looking
for
him
.
Among
Scrimgeour
's
entourage
Harry
spotted
the
red
hair
and
horn-rimmed
glasses
of
Percy
Weasley
.
Ron
gave
no
sign
that
he
was
aware
of
Percy
,
apart
from
stabbing
pieces
of
kipper
with
unwonted
venom
.
Over
at
the
Slytherin
table
Crabbe
and
Goyle
were
muttering
together
.
Hulking
boys
though
they
were
,
they
looked
oddly
lonely
without
the
tall
,
pale
figure
of
Malfoy
between
them
,
bossing
them
around
.
Harry
had
not
spared
Malfoy
much
thought
.
His
animosity
was
all
for
Snape
,
but
he
had
not
forgotten
the
fear
in
Malfoy
's
voice
on
that
Tower
top
,
nor
the
fact
that
he
had
lowered
his
wand
before
the
other
Death
Eaters
arrived
.
Harry
did
not
believe
that
Malfoy
would
have
killed
Dumbledore
.
He
despised
Malfoy
still
for
his
infatuation
with
the
Dark
Arts
,
but
now
the
tiniest
drop
of
pity
mingled
with
his
dislike
.
Where
,
Harry
wondered
,
was
Malfoy
now
,
and
what
was
Voldemort
making
him
do
under
threat
of
killing
him
and
his
parents
?
Harry
's
thoughts
were
interrupted
by
a
nudge
in
the
ribs
from
Ginny
.
Professor
McGonagall
had
risen
to
her
feet
and
the
mournful
hum
in
the
Hall
died
away
at
once
.
"
It
is
nearly
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
Please
follow
your
Heads
of
House
out
into
the
grounds
.
Gryffindors
,
after
me
.
"
