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I don't know how long I've been lying on the carpet in the principal's office. It wasn't until I reached out and touched the uneven skin on my cheek that I felt like I had returned to the real world.From the beginning when I had to cover half of my face with my hair in order to raise my head to look into other people's eyes, I have gotten used to the rough touch of the scars. In fact, it has only been less than half a year.

But those uneven parts are moving with the touch of my fingertips, and there is not even the slightest tingling sensation-it's just dried blood scabs, I blinked and looked into the dark under the nails Red flakes and powder, I watched them, crushing the powder lightly with my fingers.When I got used to them, they peeled off my skin silently, just like the person who left these bloodstains left my 17 years of life abruptly, and all the memories were faded and blurred by the time. .

"I'm sorry, child." A voice suddenly came from my ear, and I sat up suddenly, almost knocking my head on the corner of the long table.When I took out my wand and looked around the entire office, I saw Dumbledore sitting on the portrait chair, and the portrait frames of other headmasters were still empty.I don't know when he came back, and I don't know how long he has been watching me here. In the portrait, he has a left hand that is no longer dry and black, and he is looking into my eyes with his hands folded on his chest.Even with the framed glass between us, even though he's just a portrait now, I still look away unnaturally to avoid the illusion that my soul is being scanned by his blue eyes.

"It's only natural that you want to blame me for my original decision." Dumbledore sighed, "Please don't think this is an unreasonable idea, Miss Snape, I think you have enough reasons to question me."

"What's the use of this?" The strange thing is that when he finished saying this, the surging emotion in my heart suddenly disappeared, just like a wildfire that was extinguished by a heavy rain, only powerlessness remained. "Everything happened, let me vent my anger by blaming an elder who used his own life as a bargaining chip? What's the use of this, professor, can I just yell at your portrait and eat everything?" Have you started all over again? If you really want to investigate the cause and effect, I dragged him to your office—"

"I think that even without your intervention, Mr. Malfoy would still choose to walk into this office in the end." Dumbledore's portrait said, "I thought at that time that my plan could save everyone as much as possible, but if As you can see, they were a complete failure."

"Many people died, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter, Talus... and many people I didn't know, they all died." I felt a little numb when I pronounced these names, "Today's Hogwarts will die a lot, I saw when I came back from the Shrieking Shack... a lot of people were lying there... dying worthless..."

"What kind of death do you think is worthwhile, Miss Snape?"

"I don't know, Professor." I looked down at my hands. "I just think...at least not now."

"Professor." After a few seconds of silence, I heard myself ask softly, my voice trembling uncontrollably, "Did you... really think that you could make him... get away unscathed? Voldemort knew that the Elder Wand was obtained by killing." Yes, and you let him kill you to be master of the Elder Wand...didn't it occur to you that Voldemort would kill him before long?"

"Actually, if everything goes according to my expectations, the current Elder Wand will only be an ordinary wand." Seeing me looking up in surprise because of his words, Dumbledore speeded up his explanation, "Traces of the Elder Wand can be found in many corners of the history of magic, and researchers of wand science conclude the characteristics of the Elder Wand based on these clues—but that's all, corner rumors will inevitably Exaggerated and distorted. After I got the Elder Wand, as a scholar, I also spent a lot of time studying it, and then found that some of its characteristics are actually different from what the rumors said."

"The simplest, the Elder Wand can only change hands through killing is a completely wrong perception." Dumbledore spread his right hand, "I didn't kill its previous owner, but it still recognized me. After I realized this, I conducted more in-depth research. Although the final conclusion was just a conjecture, since most of my academic conjectures will eventually be confirmed as facts-the Elder Wand was created by going against his will. Inherited by the seizure of its owner, and if its master is killed voluntarily, the succession is conflicted by the favor of the will, do you understand what I mean?"

"If you plan your own death, then everything that happens is within expectations, and the master's wishes are not only not violated, but also fulfilled. Such a master is subjectively undefeated." I kind of went back to the classroom The feeling of answering the question above, "The Elder Wand will still be loyal to the master who has not been defeated, but the master is objectively dead... It will no longer be able to change its allegiance object-so it will no longer be possible for those who take it later. Significant."

"Then why has the Elder Wand maintained its power for such a long time?" I felt a little inconceivable, "It has gone through so many owners and so many bloody incidents, and no one wants to end—"

In the middle of my question, a possible answer suddenly occurred to me, and Dumbledore blinked and motioned for me to go on with my thoughts.

"Whoever wants the Elder Wand . The wand can defeat death and be killed just because it has a powerful wand-Professor, you are the first person who got the Elder Wand and didn't care about these outcomes."

"It's a bit exaggerated to use such words to describe me, but generally your guess is correct." Dumbledore nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his tone, "You are a very good student, Miss Snape, unfortunately I didn't have the chance to teach you anything myself. I was, strictly speaking, forced to go to that duel - called out, expected by too many people, had to go there, had to face the past... and I Win, got it. The Elder Wand has brought me so much convenience that even I would be addicted to its power, boy, as you can see I am not such a noble person."

"Of course, these are my perceptions, and others, including Voldemort, still firmly believe that the Elder Wand will change hands because of the killing. And I think that despite Voldemort's misgivings, he does not think that what happened on the Astronomy Tower is my fault. Self-directed and self-acted - after all, he is more afraid of death than anyone else, and he can't imagine that someone will voluntarily go to the end. Most of our cognition of this world is limited by the vicious circle of "what I see and what I feel is the truth", and Voldemort is no exception. Dumbledore continued, "After Voldemort opened my tomb and got the Elder Wand, I reminded Mr. Malfoy that sooner or later he would be puzzled that the wand was not working as it should be - it was too late, it was my fault. Big mistake, as you probably realize, it's hard for me to give away all the information I know to someone, even though I'm already rotting in the ground, and I sadly think I have the ability to control who at some point What should I know. I think Mr. Malfoy is too young, and the pressure he has been under to work with Voldemort has exceeded everything you should bear at your age. I don't want him to stay with Voldemort with such a key secret too early, Although his Occlumency is excellent."

"Easter, we escaped from Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort, who was summoned by Bellatrix Lestrange, was furious, and he punished everyone who was in the manor at that time." A timeline began to become clear, "This happened after Neville saw him take the Elder Wand from your grave...even if you reminded him then, his mother was already under house arrest for punishment."

"But I don't understand, you can ask anyone...anyone to do this." I felt a little incoherent, "I think as long as you explain to the members of the Order of the Phoenix like you explained to me today, even Explain to us...we'll understand—"

"I admit that when I realized that Voldemort was punishing Lucius Malfoy for his mistakes by 'giving the sole heir to the Malfoy family an impossible task', I wondered how to save this young man from Voldemort's wrath. I thought about other things besides rescuing him from the accident.” Dumbledore sighed, “At the beginning, I just thought about how to prevent a young man who is not bad in nature from going astray completely, or more directly, to preserve His life. But when James confided in me that the kid had asked Borgin-Bock about how to fix the Vanishing Cabinet - of course, being a good Auror, James pried the information from Mr. Borgin Altered his memory immediately afterwards, and I guessed Draco Malfoy's plan almost immediately."

"You needed someone who could stay by Voldemort's side at that time, so that even if one or two of the children mentioned in our three prophecies were captured by Voldemort, he could send a message to the Order of the Phoenix and ensure our safety." No need. Dumbledore explained more. In the memory I saw, he actually said more than half of it, "Draco——Draco's plan can let Voldemort's cronies enter Hogwarts and watch him commit suicide with his own eyes." Killing you to earn Voldemort's trust... the Order of the Phoenix can't do that, not even my dad. Well, if you let someone else kill you, Voldemort won't pardon him for your death."

"I have another option, which is to let myself be killed by the Death Eaters brought in by Mr. Malfoy that day, and then let the Order of the Phoenix forcibly take Mr. Malfoy and his parents away to ensure their safety." Dumbledore closed eyes, "But even if there is only a one in a million chance that my guess about the Elder Wand is wrong, I don't want it to fall into the hands of someone like Mrs. Lestrange - I failed in the end. Yes. But on this option, Mr. Malfoy, who doesn’t want his family to survive in the cracks, and I reached a consensus—to be honest, maybe you can see me very calm in your memory, but at that time I actually felt A little surprised."

"I'm not surprised." I felt a surge of sadness in my heart, which caused me to ignore other information in Dumbledore's words. "I knew him-I should say, I thought I knew him well. He always A person who values ​​honor and titles may just want to respond to his father's expectations, or it may be born... That's why he hates Neville so much. He thinks it's unfair that Neville can get the attention of all wizards when he is a baby , often yelling 'that piece of trash obviously didn't do anything'... Then they confronted each other because they bullied Neville and Harry, and later they tried to curry favor with Umbridge in order to become the president of the Boys' Union...Actually, from the beginning to the end...he Nothing has changed, it's just that everything around us is changing too fast."

"Too soon." I lowered my head to hide the tears that were about to well up in my eyes and the choking in my voice, "When Tallus died...Harry told me that he had the feeling that we were all struggling to move forward in your plan Feeling. Now he's dead - he... I don't think Harry is right, Professor, I believe, believe you don't plan so many deaths, but I have a similar, pushed The feeling of moving forward, everything is going too fast...Professor, they are all 17 years old, we...those people lying on the Hogwarts grounds...we are all-"

"It shouldn't be like this." I felt like I was talking useless nonsense, this was not an appropriate moment to be hypocritical, but I still shook my head while wiping my tears, "I know that many things have to be made as a last resort, but this The world, the lives of so many people... shouldn't be like this."

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore's portrait said in a low voice, "You are right, children, you are still very young, and I am sorry for making you suffer in this way."

"But you shouldn't be here to give me an explanation." This question has been lingering in my heart since just now, "No offense, professor, what you just said may be more meaningful to Draco's mother." suitable."

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore opened his eyes. "Honestly, I'm surprised you thought of that so quickly, Miss Snape."

"There is only the last Horcrux left, the snake named Nagini." I cheered up and said to the portrait, "It is protected by Voldemort, we—"

Dumbledore shook his head, and my voice stopped abruptly as he raised two fingers.

"What do you mean?" I felt my hand shaking with my wand. "No, there's only one left, that one! We've gone to the Room of Requirement to destroy the diadem—"

"There are two Horcruxes left, my boy." Dumbledore took off his glasses, which made him look even older in the portrait, "This is my last secret, and keeping this secret makes me a Becoming the same devil as Voldemort, I've been waiting for the right time to say it, and I've been putting that day off...until now."

I stared wide-eyed at his square picture frame. The voice from the portrait seemed to come from the end of a long tunnel, and I had to struggle to distinguish the hollow echoes and buzzing noises to hear what he said.

"On the night Voldemort tried to kill Neville, when the Killing Curse rebounded on Voldemort, a fragment of his soul was blown away and attached to the only living soul in the collapsed ruins. Because this piece of Voldemort's soul Because of its existence, Neville has the ability to talk to the snake, and it also allows him to spy on Voldemort's thoughts and feel his emotional fluctuations—that is, as long as that piece of soul still coexists with Neville, Voldemort cannot die."

"You mean—as long as Neville lives, Voldemort lives?" I murmured, not even immediately grasping the meaning of the sentence, "To kill Voldemort, Neville must also die...to live and die— — me and Harry are going to die too, isn't that right?"

"As a teacher, I never imagined that one day I would feel heartache because the student answered the question correctly." Dumbledore closed his eyes again, "I think...if those two prophecies are true—— "

"So what the hell is the first prophecy?" I exclaimed suddenly, fear creeping into my heart, "can you tell me now? I don't know anything—you speak to me when the time is right. You will understand, now is the right time!"

"Strangely, Miss Snape, at first I didn't think you were within the scope of the first prophecy—Harry, too, and you'll understand why I think so after you've heard the prophecy." Deng Bullido said nothing else for my impertinence, "'The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching, born in the house that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July, the Dark Lord will mark They are their own rivals, but the marked ones have powers that the Dark Lord does not know - one side survives and the other is annihilated, twists and turns cannot change the established outcome.'”

"As you can see, there are three children born at the end of July that meet the requirements of this prophecy, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, and you, Alice Snape. After learning of this prophecy, I immediately notified The parents of the three of you took you into hiding, but as everyone knows, Voldemort eventually found Neville, and the first prophecy was partially fulfilled."

"Part of it?" I felt my throat dry, "but I saw the memory my dad put in the pensieve, and you hinted at him at that time—that I had nothing to do with this prophecy."

"I didn't lie to him at that time, boy, at that time I thought Harry Potter had nothing to do with this prophecy." Dumbledore gestured, "You should have noticed that the prophecy repeated Mentioned that the child born at the end of July needs to be marked by Voldemort himself."

"But the second prophecy—if there is only one person, what are the remaining candles?" I felt like I was walking in a fog, "or because the second prophecy said that we burn together and die together, and I Was Harry involved?"

"The causation of prophecy is a very complicated matter, Miss Snape, just as the subjectivity and objectivity of the effects of Felicia have been debated by Potions for years." Dumbledore put his glasses back on, but he still looked tired, " It can be roughly divided into two schools. One school believes that prophecy is just a pure and simple revelation of the result, while the other school thinks that prophecy itself is an inducement, which guides people to make various choices— —And those choices eventually led to the predicted results, I regret that Professor Trelawney is not able to show you these fascinating theories, and now it is a waste of time to explain them in detail."

"That's easy." I shrugged. "I didn't take her class."

"Then I'll just say my opinion," said Dumbledore. "When I heard Neville tell the second prophecy to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, I didn't take it too seriously because Whatever the candle here, the only person Voldemort has marked is Neville Longbottom—but I didn't think at the time that Voldemort would take Harry's blood because of this prophecy."

"That is to say, the act of taking blood can be regarded as a mark?" I gradually followed his train of thought, "At that time, the second prophecy extended to Harry—or according to the second school's point of view , Voldemort made the act of 'lighting the remaining candles' induced by the second prophecy?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "During your fourth year, I had to start thinking about a more cruel possibility. Since Harry was involved, in the worst case you would end up being He found that—although Voldemort made you seem safer than the other two boys because his parents had always scorned Muggle blood, scorned women's abilities, but he would not let go of any threat when it came to his own survival."

"Indeed, he discovered me, thought that I was also one of the children in the prophecy, and then ingested all my memories... I also sneaked into his memories at the same time." Recalling this part still makes me tremble a little, "So, I Guess this counts as a 'mark' in the prophecy?"

"And then because of the second prophecy, he caught me but didn't kill me right away, which led to the 'co-combustion', because of the soul fragments on Neville, he had to accept death, and Voldemort also thought it was necessary to kill all three of us at the same time. Only then can the prophecy be defeated, the three of us need to die at the same time, this is 'common destruction'." I felt my head buzzing again, "So you can't tell Draco or Harry in advance... let alone me Dad, you can only wait here and tell me. If Dad knows that I must die, he will try his best to prevent this, even if the price is that Voldemort can never be defeated... Dad has never really cared about justice. ...only cares about me and my mother."

"Severus was a great father, a husband who loved his wife deeply." Dumbledore's eyes were moist, "I never doubted this, child, you have always been loved by many people, and you have been loved by many people." A lot of people are so well protected...so I can't tell the truth about things to people who love you and know they'll gladly go to their end but can't bear you to take it all - I apologize for my meanness. "

"A person who uses his life to plan the overall situation should not be called despicable under any circumstances, Professor, you have sacrificed too much." I stood up, feeling the floor shaking under my feet. What Voldemort said to the entire Hogwarts teachers and students is slowly becoming clear in my memory. I think I already know where Harry went after he took me to the headmaster's office, "Professor, a long time ago … At that time, I always thought that it was difficult to get love with my own qualifications and personality, but now that I think about it, I actually got more than anyone else, but I always didn’t realize it—I felt very satisfied… I Thinking about them... is enough to support me to go to my own ending."

"I just feel a little sad, not afraid." I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks, "I already know how painful it is to lose the people around me, but in the end I still have to let the people around me bear them."

The door to the headmaster's office opened, and knowing all the truth, I suddenly felt a sense of relief after the fear retreated. Draco left here a few hours ago, and Harry left here about an hour and a half ago. , finally, I also want to leave from here.

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As you can see, this article has magically changed "Trelawney's two prophecies", the characteristics of the Elder Wand, and some of Albus Dumbledore's characters in the original book based on the reconstructed plot. The bad impact of the logical loopholes on your reading experience is caused by my lack of ability. I would like to express my sincere apologies and sincerely hope that you can re-read the relevant precautions in Zhiding.

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Twenty seconds after Talus Black opened his eyes, he hadn't remembered what happened before, why he was in a place that seemed completely strange.The blood loss from the wound made his brain feel like being entangled in sticky waterweed, and the pain was like thorns lurking underwater, bringing a burst of sharp torture and then disappearing, and then suddenly reappeared when he thought he was numb, and so on. Back and forth - it took him about 20 minute, until he subconsciously licked his furry black paws with his tongue to relieve the pain, only to realize that he was still a half-sized black dog.

"Wake up!" Then he heard an exclamation that had obviously been suppressed deliberately, and Tallus blinked his eyes. He transformed into an animal and had better vision at night, which made him even dizzy The girl's bright jewel-like eyes can be clearly seen even when she is dazzled.

Astoria Greengrass' long hair fell down the black dog's back, and she found the puppy pawing at them uneasily and trying to leave her arms - but it was covered in injuries, all the movements They were all soft, and just as the front paws supported the body to stand up, they fell back weakly, curled up between her cold arms and hummed weakly.

"Astoria?" Narcissa Malfoy's inquiry came from outside the door. The sound of her fingers clasping on the wooden door made the girl hurriedly pull up the quilt to cover the small animal in her arms. Fortunately, the hostess did not Did not come in immediately, "Who are you talking to?"

"No—no, ma'am, I just coughed a few times." Astoria held the puppy under the mattress with a hand that trembled slightly due to unskilled lying, and the other hand clenched into a fist. He coughed a few more times on his lips, "I don't like rainy days very much."

Narcissa Malfoy, who was wearing a nightgown, also looked upset at the moment. Members of the Order of the Phoenix suddenly broke into the manor, and one person's whereabouts are still unknown at this moment.This matter must be dealt with before the Dark Lord returns, the woman's mind is completely occupied by this idea, their family can't stand any more punishment, and Lucius Malfoy is still happily planning to catch him The rewards for living Sirius Black - she didn't care, Narcissa Malfoy didn't care at all now, though she couldn't show it.The son's increasingly haggard pale face and the panic and exhaustion he tried to hide made the mother who saw all this feel that she was suffering the same torture, but she couldn't show it.

"Call Senna if you need anything." Narcissa simply scanned the room, "Don't run around, they are still arresting another person, he was seriously injured, there should be no way to escape from here."

"Okay." Before Astoria could say good night, Narcissa had turned around and closed the door.Her heart was pounding because of nervousness, judging from the reaction of the hostess, she should not have noticed that she had gone to the dungeon secretly.Alice Snape, who was locked up there, told her that there was a hidden room for children to hide between the stairs on the third and fourth floors, and also taught her how to make healing ointment without lion stone powder, This reassured her who had been at a loss all afternoon.

But Astoria didn't immediately put the injured black dog in the dark cell. It was trembling when it was unconscious, and its body temperature was lower than her perennially cold fingertips. Even people without common sense would know this. It is a manifestation of dying and urgently needing care and treatment.Astoria hasn't found an excuse to secretly pick lily-of-the-valley in the garden of the manor. Fortunately, there are still some potions her parents prepared for her in her suitcase.

"Puppy?" She carefully touched the black dog's back. It seemed that it had just woken up for a while, and now it had fallen asleep unconsciously. When it woke up, it struggled to leave her , but when she fell asleep, she instinctively shrank into her arms because of the desire for warmth, and the breath exhaled from the wet tip of her nose made her feel a little itchy.The feeling of being attached to life made Astoria Greengrass feel strange and novel, and it even overwhelmed her fear of being a guest in name but a hostage in essence—in the past ten years of the girl’s life, the flow of The family curse in her blood made her get used to being weak and relying on the love of those around her. It turns out that being relied on is such a warm feeling that can make her fingertips burn.

When Talus Black woke up again, he thought he was locked up. He couldn't see his hands and fingers, and the vibration of the floor made him almost jump - he was in a place even for a black dog. Not spacious, like a slightly bigger drawer.Someone was walking not far away. He moved his front and rear paws cautiously. The pain has been significantly relieved. He is lying in a soft cloth with a faint fragrance. The wound on his body has been treated by someone. .He pricked up his ears to try to hear the voices outside, but those people didn't get any closer. From the vague words, he could only hear clearly the words "Dark Lord" and "Master".

He was still at Malfoy Manor, where the Death Eaters had taken Dad, and he was probably hidden there by that girl.The realization pained Talus Black, but he quickly realized that this was not the time for anger or self-blame.He lay quietly in the dark and listened to the footsteps from below, some heavy, some frivolous, some accompanied by rude laughter, but most of the time it was quiet all around, he could only hear The sound of my own breathing and the beating of my heart.His wand was missing, as was the two-way mirror - he'd have to retrieve it before he could find out where Dad had been taken by the Death Eaters.

After an unknown amount of time, a much softer sound of tiptoe-like footsteps came from downstairs, and the footsteps stopped on his head, followed by the rustling sound of mantras being chanted.

Astoria has begun to get used to life in Malfoy Manor. When those Death Eaters only dared to hold their throats and talk in a low voice, and even the sound of cautious breathing remained in the whole manor, she would stay in the room obediently. To pass the time by borrowing the books of the Malfoy family, or prepare some more potions and a more comfortable nest for the black dog in the dark space of the stairs - she unpacked a few old clothes she brought from home, and I was surprised to find that I was quite talented in magic such as needlework and sewing. Of course, I had to ask Sena for help in the more delicate parts. Fortunately, the house elves never asked what these things were used for.When the Death Eaters started walking up and down, talking loudly with some nervous laughter, she looked for a chance to sneak out the door and down the stairs to bring some news to Alice Snape in the dungeon, But soon Miss Snape reminded her not to risk it again.

At night she would watch the black dog, which she had found in the bushes by the garden path, recovering slowly but not worse.If she hadn't seen the magic spells outside the manor to prevent outsiders from invading when she was sent to Malfoy Manor, she would probably have thought it was the pudding-loving puppy in the Hogwarts owl hut. They looked about the same size, and their coats were all black and shiny—probably such puppies were very common, and Astoria could only draw conclusions like this.As long as Mrs. Malfoy didn't wander around the third floor after dusk, she would quietly go to the hidden compartment of the stairs and take the black dog back to her room, and then send it back before the house-elf cleaned the room during the day.

So far so good, no one realizes that the girl secretly kept a pet in the heavily guarded manor, the only trouble is that the black dog is still unconscious - although the tip of its nose has recovered and is wet when it is healthy It looks like a bird, and its body is no longer curled up into a furry ball because of the cold, but it just doesn't open its eyes.Astoria sighed. While she felt silly talking to a sleepy puppy, she couldn't help telling it the story of the Hogwarts owl hut. At the end of the story, she didn't forget Ask the puppy if it's related to the pudding-eating dog in the shed.After all, Astoria Greengrass was only a 15-year-old girl at the time. Her frailty made her feel powerless and sad about what happened around her. At that time, she realized that everyone was rejecting her. Help: Her parents only wrote letters to ask her to take care of herself; her sister's reply to her was pitifully short, and she didn't say a word about what was going on at home, and only asked her to remember to take her medicine on time in an impatient tone; Miss Pu even rejected her kindness, and kept begging her in a weak tone not to get herself into trouble—she could only take care of this puppy, and its existence was like a kind of proof, comforting her that she did not witness this near Tragedy close at hand was indifferent: she saved at least one life.

Talus Black opened one eye slightly after making sure that the girl's breathing had become steady and long.She finally fell asleep, the open potions textbook was pressed on her long curly hair, the bedside lamp was still on, and it was still emitting a beating orange light.He finally got used to life in Malfoy Manor slowly: during the day, he would sleep in the dark compartment of the stairs, and the sound of footsteps coming and going downstairs would wake him up, and he would prick his ears to listen to what the Death Eaters were saying. There was no news of Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom and his party; when he heard Astoria approaching on tiptoe, he immediately pretended to be still unconscious and asked her to take him back to the room Go, and wait for her to fall asleep--it's not a particularly easy task, as in the owl shed, the little girl likes to put him on her lap to pet the fur, and likes to talk to him, in this Sometimes he had to show [-] points of seriousness and restraint to keep his tail from wagging uncontrollably. It would be difficult for her to find out that he was awake.Only when she finally fell asleep did he have a chance to carefully remove the wand from the inside of her robes, which were draped over the back of the chair.

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