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This
is
the
weapon
he
has
been
seeking
so
assiduously
since
his
return
:
the
knowledge
of
how
to
destroy
you
.
'
The
sun
had
risen
fully
now
:
Dumbledore
's
office
was
bathed
in
it
.
The
glass
case
in
which
the
sword
of
Godric
Gryffindor
resided
gleamed
white
and
opaque
,
the
fragments
of
the
instruments
Harry
had
thrown
to
the
floor
glistened
like
raindrops
,
and
behind
him
,
the
baby
Fawkes
made
soft
chirruping
noises
in
his
nest
of
ashes
.
'
The
prophecy
's
smashed
,
'
Harry
said
blankly
.
'
I
was
pulling
Neville
up
those
benches
in
the
--
the
room
where
the
archway
was
,
and
I
ripped
his
robes
and
it
fell
...
'
'
The
thing
that
smashed
was
merely
the
record
of
the
prophecy
kept
by
the
Department
of
Mysteries
.
But
the
prophecy
was
made
to
somebody
,
and
that
person
has
the
means
of
recalling
it
perfectly
.
'
'
Who
heard
it
?
'
asked
Harry
,
though
he
thought
he
knew
the
answer
already
.
'
I
did
,
'
said
Dumbledore
.
'
On
a
cold
,
wet
night
sixteen
years
ago
,
in
a
room
above
the
bar
at
the
Hog
's
Head
inn
.
I
had
gone
there
to
see
an
applicant
for
the
post
of
Divination
teacher
,
though
it
was
against
my
inclination
to
allow
the
subject
of
Divination
to
continue
at
all
.
The
applicant
,
however
,
was
the
great-great-granddaughter
of
a
very
famous
,
very
gifted
Seer
and
I
thought
it
common
politeness
to
meet
her
.
I
was
disappointed
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
she
had
not
a
trace
of
the
gift
herself
.
I
told
her
,
courteously
I
hope
,
that
I
did
not
think
she
would
be
suitable
for
the
post
.
I
turned
to
leave
.
'
Dumbledore
got
to
his
feet
and
walked
past
Harry
to
the
black
cabinet
that
stood
beside
Fawkes
's
perch
.
He
bent
down
,
slid
back
a
catch
and
took
from
inside
it
the
shallow
stone
basin
,
carved
with
runes
around
the
edges
,
in
which
Harry
had
seen
his
father
tormenting
Snape
.
Dumbledore
walked
back
to
the
desk
,
placed
the
Pensieve
upon
it
,
and
raised
his
wand
to
his
own
temple
.
From
it
,
he
withdrew
silvery
,
gossamer-fine
strands
of
thought
clinging
to
the
wand
and
deposited
them
into
the
basin
.
He
sat
back
down
behind
his
desk
and
watched
his
thoughts
swirl
and
drift
inside
the
Pensieve
for
a
moment
.
Then
,
with
a
sigh
,
he
raised
his
wand
and
prodded
the
silvery
substance
with
its
tip
.
A
figure
rose
out
of
it
,
draped
in
shawls
,
her
eyes
magnified
to
enormous
size
behind
her
glasses
,
and
she
revolved
slowly
,
her
feet
in
the
basin
.
But
when
Sybill
Trelawney
spoke
,
it
was
not
in
her
usual
ethereal
,
mystic
voice
,
but
in
the
harsh
,
hoarse
tones
Harry
had
heard
her
use
once
before
:
'
The
one
with
the
power
to
vanquish
the
Dark
Lord
approaches
...
born
to
those
who
have
thrice
defied
him
,
born
as
the
seventh
month
dies
...
and
the
Dark
Lord
will
mark
him
as
his
equal
,
but
he
will
have
power
the
Dark
Lord
knows
not
...
and
either
must
die
at
the
hand
of
the
other
for
neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
...
the
one
with
the
power
to
vanquish
the
Dark
Lord
will
be
born
as
the
seventh
month
dies
...
'
The
slowly
revolving
Professor
Trelawney
sank
back
into
the
silver
mass
below
and
vanished
.
