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'
Please
sit
down
,
all
three
of
you
,
'
said
Dumbledore
,
as
though
Harry
had
not
spoken
,
'
Everard
and
Dilys
may
not
be
back
for
several
minutes
.
Professor
McGonagall
,
if
you
could
draw
up
extra
chairs
.
'
Professor
McGonagall
pulled
her
wand
from
the
pocket
of
her
dressing
gown
and
waved
it
;
three
chairs
appeared
out
of
thin
air
,
straight-backed
and
wooden
,
quite
unlike
the
comfortable
chintz
armchairs
that
Dumbledore
had
conjured
up
at
Harry
's
hearing
.
Harry
sat
down
,
watching
Dumbledore
over
his
shoulder
.
Dumbledore
was
now
stroking
Fawkes
's
plumed
golden
head
with
one
finger
.
The
phoenix
awoke
immediately
.
He
stretched
his
beautiful
head
high
and
observed
Dumbledore
through
bright
,
dark
eyes
.
'
We
will
need
,
'
Dumbledore
said
very
quietly
to
the
bird
,
'
a
warning
.
'
There
was
a
flash
of
fire
and
the
phoenix
had
gone
.
Dumbledore
now
swooped
down
upon
one
of
the
fragile
silver
instruments
whose
function
Harry
had
never
known
,
carried
it
over
to
his
desk
,
sat
down
facing
them
again
and
tapped
it
gently
with
the
tip
of
his
wand
.
The
instrument
tinkled
into
life
at
once
with
rhythmic
clinking
noises
.
Tiny
puffs
of
pale
green
smoke
issued
from
the
minuscule
silver
tube
at
the
top
.
Dumbledore
watched
the
smoke
closely
,
his
brow
furrowed
.
After
a
few
seconds
,
the
tiny
puffs
became
a
steady
stream
of
smoke
that
thickened
and
coiled
in
the
air
...
a
serpent
's
head
grew
out
of
the
end
of
it
,
opening
its
mouth
wide
.
Harry
wondered
whether
the
instrument
was
confirming
his
story
:
he
looked
eagerly
at
Dumbledore
for
a
sign
that
he
was
right
,
but
Dumbledore
did
not
look
up
.
'N
aturally
,
naturally
,
'
murmured
Dumbledore
apparently
to
himself
,
still
observing
the
stream
of
smoke
without
the
slightest
sign
of
surprise
.
'
But
in
essence
divided
?
'
Harry
could
make
neither
head
nor
tail
of
this
question
.
The
smoke
serpent
,
however
,
split
itself
instantly
into
two
snakes
,
both
coiling
and
undulating
in
the
dark
air
.
With
a
look
of
grim
satisfaction
,
Dumbledore
gave
the
instrument
another
gentle
tap
with
his
wand
:
the
clinking
noise
slowed
and
died
and
the
smoke
serpents
grew
faint
,
became
a
formless
haze
and
vanished
.
Dumbledore
replaced
the
instrument
on
its
spindly
little
table
.
Harry
saw
many
of
the
old
headmasters
in
the
portraits
follow
him
with
their
eyes
,
then
,
realising
that
Harry
was
watching
them
,
hastily
pretend
to
be
sleeping
again
.
Harry
wanted
to
ask
what
the
strange
silver
instrument
was
for
,
but
before
he
could
do
so
,
there
was
a
shout
from
the
top
of
the
wall
to
their
right
;
the
wizard
called
Everard
had
reappeared
in
his
portrait
.
,
panting
slightly
.
'D
umbledore
!
'
