Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Even the most powerful artifact can be defeated by a less powerful anti-artifact that targets it.

So the Defense Professor told Harry after taking off the True Invisibility Cloak, which had been left in a smoky pile next to Harry's shoes.

The mirror of perfect reflection has the power to control what is reflected in it, and that power is said to be unchallengeable.But since the True Invisibility Cloak can perfectly hide images, it should be able to avoid rather than challenge this rule.

What followed was a series of questions in Parseltongue, to make sure Harry wasn't going to do anything stupid or try to escape right now, with further reminders that Professor Quirrell could sense him, had spells that could detect invisibility cloaks, and had There were hundreds of lives plus Hermione as a hostage.

Harry is then told to put on the cloak, walk through the extinguished flames, open the door behind that, and pass through it into the final room; with Professor Quirrell standing far behind, out of sight of the door.

The final chamber was lit with a soft golden light, and its white stone walls were inlaid with marble.

In the center of the room stood a simple and austere gold frame, and in the frame there was an entrance leading to another room lit with gold, and beyond that room another potions room; that's what Harry's brain told him .The mirror reflects light so perfectly that it takes conscious thought to deduce that the room in the frame is just a mirror image and not a portal. (Although it might have been easier to infer if Harry wasn't invisible at the time.)

The mirror does not touch the ground, and the gold frame has no temples.It doesn't look like it's floating; it looks like it's fixed there, more solid and still than the wall itself, as if nailed to a frame of reference for the Earth's motion.

"Is the mirror there? Is it moving?" Professor Quirrell's commanding voice came from the potions room.

"[Snake] is there, [Snake]" Harry hisses back, "[Snake] is not moving. [Snake]"

The command tone sounded again. "Go to the back of the mirror."

Seen from the back, the golden frame was solid and did not show any mirror image, Harry replied in Parseltongue.

"Take off your invisibility cloak now," Professor Quirrell's voice still came from the potions room, ordering, "If the mirror moves to face you, report to me immediately."

Harry took off the cloak.

The mirror remained motionless with reference to the motion of the Earth; Harry reported so.

Soon, there was a hissing, boiling sound, and the Limefire Phoenix melted through the marble wall behind Harry, and the moment it entered the room, the light in the room turned red.Professor Quirrell followed, his black dress shoes safe under the glowing molten surface, through the newly dug corridor. "Okay," said Professor Quirrell, "a possible pitfall has been avoided. Now..." Professor Quirrell exhaled, "now we have to think of a feasible strategy for removing the stone from the mirror, and then you try; Because I don't want my image reflected. I kindly warn you that this part can be tedious."

"May I take it that this is not something you can solve with Fiendfyre?"

"Ha," said Professor Quirrell, and gestured.

The Fiendfire Phoenix rushed forward like a whirlwind of crimson terror, its red light casting twisted shadows on the ruins of the marble walls.Harry jumped back instinctively.

The terrible dark red flame rushed past Professor Quirrell, drilled into the golden back of the mirror, and disappeared the moment it touched the gold.

Then the flames were gone, and the room was no longer illuminated scarlet.

There was not a single scratch to the golden surface, not a single gleam to show that it had absorbed heat.The mirror just stood there, motionless.

A chill ran down Harry's spine.If he was playing Dungeons and Dragons and the lord reported this result, Harry would guess it was a mental hallucination and roll the dice to disbelieve it.

In the center of the gold back was a line of runes, written in an unknown alphabet, dark and matte, composed of dashes and waves, arranged horizontally.Harry realized that some of the little invisibility spells had been burned away by the Fiercefire Curse, and that some sort of much less powerful spell had been added to keep children from seeing the letters...

"How old is this mirror?" Harry's voice seemed to whisper. "No one knows, Mr. Potter." The defense professor pointed his finger at the rune, with an expression of awe on his face, but his finger did not touch the golden surface, "but my guess is the same as yours, I Think. According to some legend, true or false, this mirror reflects itself perfectly, so that its existence is absolutely stable. So stable that all other effects caused in Atlantis are cleared, With all the consequences cut from time, it still survives. You can see why I was amused when you suggested the Fiercefire Curse." The Defense Professor dropped his hands.

Even in this situation, Harry was still in awe, if it was true.Notwithstanding this knowledge, the golden frame does not appear any brighter; but you can imagine its history, going all the way back to ancient times, back to a civilization reduced to nothingness...”What on earth does this mirror do --use?"

"Excellent question," said Professor Quirrell. "The answer is in the runes written on the mirror's gold border. Read it to me."

"It's not any alphabet I know. It looks like some random claw script drawn by Tolkien's elves."

"Recite it anyway. [Snake] is not dangerous. [Snake Bi]"

"The rune writes, noitilovdetalopartxetnerehocruoytubecafruoytonwohsi[1]-" Harry paused, feeling more creeps down his spine.

Harry knew what noitilov meant in runes.It means noitilov.Then the following rune says to detalo the noitilov until it reaches the level of partxe, and then keep the part that is both tnere and hoc.That belief feels like knowledge, like if someone asks him if tonwo is ruoy or becafruoy he can answer "yes" with confidence and authority.It's just that when Harry tries to connect those concepts to any other, he gets nowhere.

"[Snake] Do you understand what that means, child? [Snake Bi]"

“[Snake] doesn’t think so. [Snake Bi]”

Professor Quirrell exhaled lightly, without taking his eyes off the golden mirror frame. "I was just wondering if a student of Muggle science would be able to understand 'Sentences of Misunderstanding'[2]. Apparently not."

"Maybe—" Harry began.

Really, Ravenclaw?said Slytherin.Are you playing this trick now?

"If I know more about mirrors, maybe I can try to understand these words again?" Harry's Ravenclaw face seized direct control.

Professor Quirrell raised the corner of his mouth. "As with most ancient objects—scholars have written so many lies about the mirror that it's hard to be sure of anything these days. Pretty sure the mirror is at least as old as Merlin, since Merlin is known to have used it as a tool. Also Knowing that Merlin left written instructions after his death that the mirror need not be sealed, although some of the powers it possessed might be cause for concern. Given that so much was spent in making the mirror to ensure it would not destroy the world so much so that it would be so much easier to destroy the world with a single piece of cheese."

That statement didn't feel entirely reassuring to Harry.

"Other facts about this mirror have been verified by well-known wizards of considerable caution, and their words have been proved to be reliable. The most characteristic power of the mirror is that it can create a parallel realm, although these realms are only the size of the mirror's image; known The thing is that people and other items can be stored in it. Some authorities claim that the only mirror of all magic items has a true moral orientation, though I'm not sure what that means from a practical standpoint. I would expect moralists to call Cruciatus the Call the Patronus Charm 'Good' for 'evil'; I can't guess what a moralist would think more moral than that. But it is said, for example, that the phoenix is ​​the kingdom from this mirror came to our world."

As Harry stared at the golden back of the mirror, words such as oh my god, and all kinds of words that Harry's parents would define as inappropriate whizzed through his mind.

"I've traveled the world and heard a lot of little-known stories," said Professor Quirrell. "Most seem to me to be lies, but some do seem to be history rather than legend. place, on a metal wall there, I found written records that some Atlanteans foresaw the end of their world, and tried to create powerful and powerful props to escape the inevitable disaster. If that equipment was completed , the story says, it will become an absolutely stable being, capable of withstanding an infinite passage of magic, thereby granting wishes. And—this is said to be a much more difficult task—this equipment somehow can Avoiding what any sane person would have deemed inevitable under that premise. I find it interesting that, based on the story written on the metal plate, the remaining Atlanteans ignored the plan and went about their lives as usual .This project is sometimes hailed as a noble public cause, but nearly every other Atlantean finds something more important to do on a daily basis than help. Even the nobles of Atlantis Ignoring the possibility of others gaining irresistible power, though an inexperienced cynic might think such a thing would get their attention. With relatively little support, a handful of unsuccessful Equipment builders, toiling in not terribly demanding but needlessly annoying work conditions. Eventually time ran out, and when Atlantis was destroyed, the equipment was nowhere near completion. I recognize some parallels in my experience It is not common in purely made-up stories." The lukewarm smile twisted, "But maybe this is just a story I prefer among many legends. However, you will see that it is consistent with Merlin's assertion that this The maker of the mirror has made it impossible to destroy the commonality of the world. Most importantly for our purposes, it may explain why the mirror possesses intellectual abilities not previously exhibited by Dumbledore or Perenal, Can show anyone who stands in front of it a world of illusions where their inner desires are fulfilled. You can imagine that if someone wanted to make a wish-fulfilling thing, and didn't want it to make a big mess, he might arrange this reasonable precautions.

"Wow," Harry murmured earnestly.This is real magic, the kind that appears in So You Want to Be a Wizard[3], not just a random series of anti-physical things you can do with a wand.

Professor Quirrell gestured toward the golden back. "The final quality that most stories are undisputed about is that whatever the unknown method of commanding the mirror - for which there is no credible description of this crucial piece of information - it is impossible to command the mirror to make it respond only to someone .So it is impossible for Perenal to order the mirror, 'Give the stone only to Perenal'; Dumbledore cannot say, 'Give the stone only to those who wish to give it to Nico Flamel '. There is a blind spot in the mirror, which philosophers call perfect justice; whatever rules are applied, it must apply the same rules to all who stand before it. Therefore, there must be some The rules leading to the stone hideout can be triggered. So now you can see why you, the Boy Who Lived, will execute whatever strategy the two of us devise. Because it is said that this item has a moral orientation, and it gets The order probably reflects this orientation. I am well aware that generally speaking you are considered good and I am considered evil." Professor Quirrell smiled rather darkly, "Then our first Attempt - not our last attempt, sure there are others - let's see what the mirror does to your attempt to remove the stone in order to save Hermione Granger's life and the lives of hundreds of your classmates reaction."

"The first version of the plan," said Harry, who was finally beginning to understand, "is that you devised on my first Friday at Hogwarts, the star boy who needed Dumbledore, the one who survived The boy took the stone with the selfless and noble intent of saving his dying Professor of Defense, Professor Quirrell."

"Of course," said Professor Quirrell.

It was a poetic ploy, Harry thought, but the context prevented him from admiring that grace.

Then Harry had another idea.

"Well," said Harry, "you think the mirror is a trap for you—"

"It's obviously not a trap."

"That is to say, it's a trap for Voldemort. It's just that it can't be a trap for him personally. It has to be based on a general rule, and some abstract quality of Voldemort will trigger it." Harry said subconsciously. Frowning against the golden back of the mirror.

"As you said," Professor Quirrell began to frown at Harry's furrowed brow.

"Well, on the first Thursday of the school year, Dumbledore, the crazy headmaster who had just burned a chicken in front of me, told me that I wouldn't have any chance of walking into his forbidden corridors because I didn't know that Alahoo cast the spell .”

"I see," said Professor Quirrell. "Oh, my God. If only you'd thought of telling me sooner."

Neither of them needed to say the obvious out loud - this bit of anti-psychology successfully ensured that Harry would definitely stay away from the corridors that Dumbledore forbid.

Harry was still concentrating on thinking. "Do you think Dumbledore suspected that I was, as he put it, a Voldemort Horcrux, or more broadly, that a part of my personality was copied from Voldemort?" Harry asked as he realized how Stupid question, and how much obvious evidence he'd seen that—

"There's no way Dumbledore could have overlooked that," said Professor Quirrell, "and it's not hard to spot. How else can Dumbledore think you're a silly author who's never met a real 11-year-old kid?" actor? Only a rambling fool would believe—oh, never mind."

The two of them stared at the mirror silently.

Finally Professor Quirrell sighed, "I'm afraid I'm too clever. Neither you nor I dare to be reflected in this mirror. It seems I must order Professor Sprout to untie my observations of Mr. Nott and Miss Greengrass." Forget it... You see, another difficulty of the mirror is that its rules for processing the objects reflected in it will ignore external forces, such as tampering with memory spells or confusion spells. Mirrors only reflect the power from people themselves, and they state of mind achieved by choice; and it is said in several places. That is why I had Mr. Knott and Miss Greengrass believe different stories as to why the stone had to be removed, in preparation for appearing in this mirror Before." Professor Quirrell rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I have prepared other versions for other students, ready for me to trigger their actions at any time... But as this day approaches, I begin to feel pessimistic about this plan. If we can't think of a better way, Nott and Greengrass still seems worth a try. But I wonder if Dumbledore set up this mystery specifically to defend against Voldemort's cunning. I doubt he will succeed in doing it .If you devise other plans that I think are worth a try, [snake] I guarantee that none of the hostages I use to carry out the plan will be harmed by me, either during the execution of the plan or at any time afterwards; I do not intend to destroy it Promise. [Snake Bi] I will also remind you again that if I fail my hostages will not survive, including Miss Granger and others."

They stared silently into the mirror again, Tom Riddle, the elder and young.

"I'm guessing, Professor," said Harry after a moment, "that your whole assumption that stones are acquired for honest or virtuous purposes is wrong. The Headmaster wouldn't have set up a rule of acquisition like that."

"why?"

"Because Dumbledore knew how easy it was for people to believe they were doing the right thing when they were doing the wrong thing. That would be the first possibility he considered."

“[Snake] Am I hearing the truth or lies? [Snake Bi]”

"[Snake] honest [Snake Bi]," said Harry.

Professor Quirrell nodded. "Then accept your point of view."

"I'm not sure why you think this riddle can be solved," said Harry, "just set a rule, say, your left hand must hold a small blue pyramid, two large red pyramids, and your right hand must Squeezing mayo on a hamster—"

"No," said Professor Quirrell, "no, I don't think so. The legend doesn't make it clear what kind of rules can be set, but I think it must have something to do with the original purpose of the mirror - it must have something to do with people's deep-seated desires." It's about wishes. Squeezing mayonnaise on a hamster doesn't qualify, for most people."

"Well," said Harry, "perhaps the rule is that the person must not want to use stones at all - no, that's too simple, and the story you gave Mr. Nott will do."

"In some ways you probably know Dumbledore better than I do," said Professor Quirrell, "so now I ask you: How would Dumbledore use his acceptance of death to guard the stone? Because that's what he thought I The most completely incomprehensible, and I can't say he's wrong."

Harry thought about it for a while, considering several ideas before dismissing them.Then he had an idea, and Harry considered keeping silent... imagining what the conversation would have to say in the future, if Professor Quirrell asked him to answer in Parseltongue if he had come up with something.

Harry spoke reluctantly. "Would Dumbledore think that this mirror could reach into the afterlife? Would he put stones in what he thought was the afterlife, so that only people who believed in the afterlife could see it?"

"Well..." said Professor Quirrell, "maybe... yes, there is some plausibility to the theory. Using this mirror setup to show people's inner desires... Albus Dumbledore would see He will see himself reunited with them after death, wishing to die instead of bringing them back to life. His brother Aberforth, his sister Ariana, his parents Kendra and Perry Silval... I think Dumbledore gave the stone to Aberforth. Can the mirror know specifically if the stone was given to Aberforth? Or anyone's dead relatives, if that person believes their relatives Will the souls of the ghosts give them back the stone?" Professor Quirrell paced a small area, away from both Harry and the mirror, "but it's just an idea after all. Let's design another one."

Harry started flicking his cheeks with his fingers, then stopped abruptly when he realized where he'd picked up the gesture, "What if Perenal was the one who put the stone in? Maybe the input for the mirror The order was to give the stone only to the person who put it in first."

"Perenal lived so long because she knew her own limitations," said Professor Quirrell. "She didn't overestimate her intelligence. She was not arrogant. If she was arrogant, she would have lost her stone a long time ago." Renard wouldn't try to come up with a good mirror rule himself, wouldn't have done it himself if Master Flamel could have given the matter to a wiser Dumbledore...but handing the stone back to whoever remembered to put it A rule that also holds if Dumbledore puts the stone himself. This is a rule that is hard to get around because I can't simply confuse someone into believing I put the stone... I'm going to make a fake stone , a fake mirror, and set up a play..." Professor Quirrell was now frowning, "but it's still something Dumbledore would have imagined Voldemort could have done given a little time. If only possible, Dumbledore Lido would want to create a mental state that he thought I couldn't fake in the hostage as a key to the mirror - or a rule that Dumbledore thought Voldemort would never understand, such as one that involved accepting one's own death .That's why I thought your previous thinking was reasonable."

Then Harry had an idea.

He wasn't sure it was a good idea.

...but it seemed that Harry had no choice.

"Suppose," Harry said, "we're not sure what is necessary to obtain the stone. But a sufficient condition would include that Albus Dumbledore, or perhaps someone else, is in a state of mind where they believe that black The Enemy has been defeated, the threat is gone, and it's time to get the stone out and give it back to Nicholas Flamel. We're not sure what the mental state of that man - let's say Dumbledore - is. Parts would be necessary parts that he thought Voldemort could not understand or reproduce; but under those conditions, Dumbledore's overall state of mind would be sufficient."

"Reasonable," said Professor Quirrell, "so?"

"The corresponding strategy," said Harry cautiously, "is to stand in front of a mirror and imitate, in as much detail as possible, Dumbledore's mental state under those conditions. And that mental state must be produced by internal forces, not external ones." strength."

"But how do we do it without Legilimency or Confusion, both of which must be external—ha, I see," Professor Quirrell's cold, pale eyes suddenly sharpened." You suggested that I use the Confusion Charm on myself, like the jinx you cast on yourself on the first day of your combat magic class. That way, it's an internal force rather than an external one, just by my personal choice State of mind. Tell me if you're trying to trap me by suggesting that, boy. Tell me in Parseltongue."

"[The snake's] mind that you asked to devise a strategy may have been influenced by that intention—who knows? Knowing that you would be suspicious and ask the question. The decision is yours, teacher. As to whether this might trap You, you know everything I know, and if you choose this strategy yourself and it fails, don't call it my betrayal. [Snake Bi]" Harry wanted to smile, but held back.

"Very well," said Professor Quirrell, smiling. "It seems that the threat of creative thinking can sometimes be more than Parseltongue can take away."

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Harry put on the invisibility cloak, and according to Professor Quirrell's request, [Snake] don't let the person who will believe that he is the principal see you, [Snake Bi] Professor Quirrell said in Parseltongue.

"Whether you wear an invisibility cloak or not, you have to stand within the reflection range of the mirror," Professor Quirrell said. "If there is magma gushing out, you will also be burned to death. I think there should be at least such equivalence. "

Professor Quirrell pointed to a spot to the right of the door through which they entered the room, in front of the mirror, far away.Wearing the cloak, Harry walked to the place Professor Quirrell pointed him to, without arguing.It was increasingly unclear to Harry whether it was a bad thing for both Riddles to die here, even if it cost hundreds of student hostages.Because for all of Harry's good intentions, he's mostly acted like a fool so far, and Voldemort's return is a threat to the world.

(However, Harry couldn't have imagined Dumbledore doing that with magma anyway. It's quite possible that Dumbledore was angry enough with Voldemort to throw off his usual restraints, but magma wouldn't permanently stop a Dumbledore considered to be an incorporeal soul.)

Professor Quirrell pointed with his wand, and a flickering circle appeared around the floor where Harry was standing.This, Professor Quirrell said, would quickly become a circle of strong invisibility, and nothing inside the circle could be heard or seen outside.Harry couldn't expose himself to the fake Dumbledore by taking off the cloak or shouting.

"You can't step out of the circle once it's activated," said Professor Quirrell, "that would cause you to touch my magic, and being confused I might not remember how to stop it would be enough to destroy the sympathy between us both. And Also, because I don't want you to throw your shoes—" Professor Quirrell made another gesture, and within the circle of powerful concealment, a gleam of light appeared out of nowhere, a spherical deformation area, "[Snake] If this barrier is captured by you or other material contact will explode [snake bi]. Resonance may hit me later, but you will die too. Now tell me in Parseltongue that you are not going to cross this circle, or take off the invisibility cloak, or do anything Something impulsive or stupid. Tell me you'll just sit here, in your cloak, until the end."

Harry repeated it.

Then the color of Professor Quirrell's robes changed to black and gold, just like Dumbledore would wear on formal occasions; and Professor Quirrell pointed his own wand at the head.

Professor Quirrell remained motionless for a long time, still pointing his wand at his head.He closed his eyes to concentrate.

Then Professor Quirrell said, "Beguiled"

The expression on the man standing there changed instantly; he blinked a few times as if confused, and lowered his wand.

Professor Quirrell's face showed deep fatigue; there was no visible change, his eyes looked old, and the few wrinkles on his face became extremely conspicuous.

A sad smile tugged at his lips.

Unhurriedly, the man quietly walked to the mirror, as if he was the most leisurely person in the world.

He stepped into the reflection area of ​​the mirror, nothing happened, and then he stared at the mirror.

Harry couldn't see what the man saw in the mirror; to Harry the smooth, perfect surface still reflected the room behind it, like a portal to another place.

"Ariana," the man whispered, "mother, father. And you, my brother, it's all over."

The man stands erect, as if listening.

"Yes, it's over," said the man, "Voldemort came to this mirror, trapped by Merlin's methods. He is now just another sealed horror."

Listening to the silence again.

"I wish I could obey you, my brother, but it's better this way," the man lowered his head. "He was shut out by death, forever. This revenge is terrible enough."

Looking at all this, Harry felt a sting, feeling that this was not something Dumbledore would have said, more like a scarecrow, a shallow cliché...but it wasn't really Aberforth's soul either, this It was Professor Quirrell's imagining of Dumbledore's imagining Aberforth, and that double reflected image of Aberforth wouldn't have noticed anything wrong.

"It's time to return the Philosopher's Stone," said the man who thought he was Dumbledore. "It must be returned to Master Flamel for safekeeping, now."

Listen to the silence.

"No," said the man, "Master Flamel has protected the Philosopher's Stone for so many years from those who seek immortality, and I think it's safest in his hands... No, Aberforth, I think he Intentions were good."

Harry couldn't control the tension running through him like a thread of fire; he was having trouble breathing.No, Professor Quirrell's Confusion Charms were not perfect.Professor Quirrell's latent personality starts to emerge, starting to see obvious questions, and if immortality is so bad, why is it okay for Nicolas Flamel to have the stone himself.Even if Professor Quirrell assumes that Dumbledore is blind to the problem, Professor Quirrell does not include a clause in the Confusion Charm that Dumbledore's impression of Aberforth would not have occurred to him; Professor Lowe's own mind, a memory within Tom Riddle's intellect...

"Destroy it?" said the man, "maybe. I'm not sure it can be destroyed, otherwise Master Flamel did it long ago. I think, many times, he regrets making it... Ah Buforth, I assured him, and we ourselves are not so old or wise. The Philosopher's Stone must return to its maker."

Then Harry's breathing stopped.

In his left hand the man held an irregular piece of bright red glass, about the size of Harry's thumb to the first knuckle.The bright red glass-like sheen of the surface made it look wet; it looked like blood frozen in time, with jagged, sharp surfaces.

"Thank you, my brother," the man said quietly.

Is that what a stone should look like?Does Professor Quirrell know what a real stone looks like?Would the mirror give the real stone in these conditions, or would it create a fake?

Immediately after—

"No, Arianna," said the man, smiling softly, "I'm afraid I must go now. Be patient, my dear, and soon I will actually see you...Why? Well, I'm not sure Why do I have to go... When I get the stone, I'm going to walk away from the mirror and wait for Master Flamel to contact me, but I'm not sure why I have to go to the mirror to do this..." The man sighed, "Ah, I am getting old. Fortunately, this terrible war is at last coming to an end. I think it would do no harm if I talked to you for a while, my dear, if you wish."

Harry had a headache behind his eyes; some part of Harry was trying to send a message: he hadn't breathed for a while, but no part was listening.Not perfect, Professor Quirrell's confusion spell is not perfect, in Professor Quirrell's impression, Ariana in Dumbledore's impression wants to talk to Dumbledore, and maybe doesn't want to wait, because Professor Quirrell is in some kind of Knowing to some extent that there is no afterlife, and the previously implanted urge to leave after getting the stone was no match for Riddle-Ariana.

Then Harry felt himself cool down.He began to breathe again.

In any case, there was nothing Harry could do about it.Professor Quirrell prevented Harry from intervening; well, let Professor Quirrell swallow the consequences of his decision.If that had consequences for Harry too, so be it.

The man who thought he was Dumbledore nodded patiently most of the time, occasionally replying to his dearest sister.Sometimes the man throws an uneasy look to the side; as if feeling a strong urge to leave, but with Professor Quirrell's imagining of Albus Dumbledore possessing great patience and politeness and concern for his sister Repressed the urge.

The moment the Confusion Charm disappeared, Harry saw the man's expression change, and it became that of Professor Quirrell again.

At the same instant the mirror changed, and instead of showing Harry a mirror image of the room, it showed the real Albus Dumbledore form, as if he were standing behind the mirror and could be seen through it.

The real Dumbledore had a firm, stern look on his face.

"Hello, Tom," said Albus Dumbledore.

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