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packet fell on the floor. Before he could pick it up, the wizard stooped and seized it and set it in its place. A spasm of anger passed swiftly over the hobbit’s face again. Suddenly it gave way to a look of relief and a laugh. ‘Well, that’s that,’ he said. ‘Now I’m off!’They went out into the hall. Bilbo chose his favourite and perhaps wise enough.’‘Take care! I don’t care. Don’t you worry about me! I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at last,’ he added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he sang softly in the dark:The Road goes ever on and onstick from the stand; then he whistled. Three dwarves came out of different rooms where they had been busy.‘Is everything ready?’ asked Bilbo. ‘Everything packed and labelled?’‘Everything,’ they answered.‘Well, let’s start then!’ He stepped out of the front-door.It was a fine night, and the black sky was dotted with stars. He looked up, sniffing the air. ‘What fun! What fun to be off again, off on the Road with dwarves! This is what I have really been longing for, for years! Good-bye! ‘ he said, looking at his old and bowing to the door. ‘Good-bye, Gandalf!’‘Good-bye, for the present, Bilbo. Take care of yourself! You are old enough,

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"I do not think so, because he did not recognize the Resurrection Stone he turned into a Horcrux. But even if he had known about them, Harry. I doubt that he woul dhave been interested in any except the first. He would not think that he needed the Cloak, and as for the stone, whom would he want to bring back from the dead? He fears the dead. He does not love."
you that had made your wand so strong, what gift you possessed that he did not, naturally set out to find the one wand that, they said, would beat any other. For him, the Elder Wand has become an obsession to rival his obsession with you. He believes that the Elder Wand removes his last weakness and makes him truly invincible. Poor Severus . . ."
"But you expected him to go after the wand?"

　　　"I have been sure that he would try, ever since your wand beat Voldemort's in the graveyard of Little Hangleton. At first, he was afraid that you had conquered him by superior skill. Once he had kidnapped Ollivander, however, he discovered the existence of the twin cores. He thought that explained everything. Yet the borrowed wand did no better against yours! So Voldemort, instead of asking himself what quality it was in

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James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Snape as he passed.

"See ya, Snivellus!" a voice called, as the compartment door slammed…

And the scene dissolved once more…
　　　Harry heard Snape let out a tiny groan. Lily took off the hat, handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried toward the cheering Gryffindors, but as she went she glanced back at Snape, and there was a sad little smile on her face. Harry saw Sirius move up the bench to make room for her.
　　　Harry was standing right behind Snape as they faced the candlelit House tables, lined with rapt faces. Then Professor McGonagall said, "Evans, Lily!"

　　　He watched his mother walk forward on trembling legs and sit down upon the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it had touched the dark red hair, the hat cried, "Gryffindor!"

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Yes, I was!"

"Well, you can't say fairer than that," said Fred, holding his hand out to Percy.

　　　Mrs. Weasley burst into tears,. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father.
traveling cloak. "But I had to find a way out and it's not so easy at the Ministry, they're imprisoning traitors all the time. I managed to make contact with Aberforth and he tipped me off ten minutes ago that Hogwarts was going to make a fight of it, so here I am." 　　　"Well, we do look to our prefects to take a lead at times
"I'm sorry, Dad," Percy said.

Mr. Weasley blinked rather rapidly, then he too hurried to hug his son.

"What made you see sense, Perce?" inquired George.

　　　"It's been coming on for a while," said Percy, mopping his eyes under his glasses with a corner of his

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were sort of the leaders. The Carrows seemed to know I was behind a lot of it, so they started coming down on me hard, and then Michael Corner went and got caught releasing a first-year they'd chained up, and they tortured him pretty badly. That scared people off."

"No kidding," muttered Ron, as the passage began to slope upward.
"They what?" said Harry, Ron, and Hermione together. 　　　"Yeah," said Neville, panting a little now, because the passage was climbing so steeply, "well, you can see their thinking. It had worked really well, kidnapping kids to force their relatives to behave. I s'pose it was
　　　"Yeah, well, I couldn't ask people to go through what Michael did, so we dropped those kinds of stunts. But we were still fighting, doing underground stuff, right up until a couple of weeks ago. That's when they decided there was only one way to stop me, I suppose, and they went for Gran."

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Good thinking," said Harry. "Lead the way, Griphook!"

　　　"How are we going to get out again?" Ron asked as they hurried on foot into the darkness after the goblin, Bogrod panting in their wake like an old dog.

　　　"Let's worry about that when we have to," said Harry. He was trying to listen: He thought he could hear something clanking and moving around nearby. "Griphook, how much farther?"

"Not far, Harry Potter, not far … "

　　　And they turned a corner and saw the thing for which Harry had been prepared, but which still brought all of them to a halt.

　　　A gigantic dragon was tethered to the ground in front of them, barring access to four or five of the deepest vaults in the place. The beast's scales had turned pale and flaky during its long incarceration under the ground

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What do you seek within the Lestranges' vault?" he asked abruptly. "The sword that lies inside it is a fake. This is the real one." He looked from one to the other of them. "I think that you already know this. You asked me to lie for you back there."
　　　"It is against our code to speak of the secrets of Gringotts. We are the guardians of fabulous treasures. We have a duty to the objects placed in our care, which were, so often, wrought by our fingers." 　　　The goblin stroked the sword, and his black eyes
　　　"But the fake sword isn't the only thing in that vault, is it?" asked Harry. "Perhaps you've seen other things in there?"

　　　His heart was pounding harder than ever. He redoubled his efforts to ignore the pulsing of his scar.

The goblin twisted his beard around his finger again.

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mean to say, it is not a traveling cloak imbued with a Disillusionment Charm, or carrying a Bedazzling Hex, or else woven from Demiguise hair, which will hide one initially but fade with the years until it turns opaque. We are talking about a cloak that really and truly renders the wearer completely invisible, and endures eternally, giving constant and impenetrable concealment, no matter what spells are cast at it. How many cloaks have you ever seen like that, Miss Granger?"
　"Exactly," said Xenophilius, as if he had defeated them all in reasoned argument. "None of you have ever seen such a thing. The possessor would be immeasurably rich, would he not?"
　　　Hermione opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again, looking more confused than ever. She, Harry and Ron glanced at one another, and Harry knew that they were all thinking the same thing. It so happened that a cloak exactly like the one Xenophilius had just described was in the room with them at that very moment.

　　

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trees and bushes, searching for a human outline, for the glint of an eye, but he could not see anyone there. All the same, a little more fear leavened his exhilaration as he returned his attention to the sword reposing upon the bottom of the frozen pool.

He pointed the wand at the silvery shape and murmured, "Accio Sword."
　　　"Help," he murmured, but the sword remained upon the pool bottom, indifferent, motionless. 　　　What was it, Harry asked himself (walking again), that Dumbledore had told him the last time he had retrieved the sword? Only a true Gryffindor
　　　It did not stir. He had not expected it to. If it had been that easy the sword would have lain on the ground for him to pick up, not in the depths of a frozen pool. He set off around the circle of ice, thinking hard about the last time the sword had delivered itself to him. He had been in terrible danger then, and had asked for help.

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all. Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps.

　　　Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents' faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue. . . . How strange it was to see himself represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead. . . .

　　　"C'mon," said Harry, when he had looked his fill, and they
pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead. "Harry, look!" 　　　She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Instead of an obelisk covered in names, there was a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and

Mary Cassatt Tea painting

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They managed to get up the stone stops without being intercepted, but as they approached the lifts Harry started to have misgivings. If they emerged into the Atrium with a silver stag, and otter soaring alongside it, and twenty or so people, half of them accused Muggle-borns, he could not help feeling that they would attract unwanted attention. He had just reached this unwelcome conclusion when the lift clanged to a halt in front of them.

　　　"Reg!" screamed Mrs. Cattermole, and she threw herself into Ron's arms. "Runcorn let me out, he attacked Umbridge and Yaxley, and he's told all of us to leave the country. I think we'd better do it, Reg, I children and – why are you so wet?"

　　　"Water," muttered Ron, disengaging himself. "Harry, they know there are intruders inside the Ministry, something about a hole in Umbridge's office door. I reckon we've got five minutes if that –"

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Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
And it doesn't seem likely they were just strolling down Tottenham Court Road at the time, does it?" said Harry.

　　　"We wondered," said Hermione tentatively, "whether Harry could still have the Trace on him?"

　　　"Impossible," said Lupin. Ron looked smug, and Harry felt hugely relieved. "Apart from anything else, they'd know for sure Harry was here if he still had the Trace on him, wouldn't they? But I can't see how they could have tracked you to Tottenham Court Road, that's worrying, really worrying."
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He looked disturbed, but as far as Harry was concerned, that question could wait.

　　　"Tell us what happened after we left, we haven't heard a thing since Ron's dad told us the family was safe."

　　　"Well, Kingsley saved us," said Lupin. "Thanks

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get a good look at him, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came hurrying down the aisle.

　　　"Time to sit down," Fred told Harry, "or we're going to get run over by the bride."

　　　Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George. Hermione looked rather pink and Ron's ears were still scarlet. After a few moments he muttered to Harry, "Did you see he's grown a stupid little beard?"

Harry gave a noncommittal grunt.

　　　A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent, the

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murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of amethyst colored robes with a matching hat.

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pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, "Tergeo."

　　　The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.

　　　"Oh . . . thanks, Ron. . . . I'm sorry. . . ." She blew her nose and hiccupped. "It's just so awf-ful, isn't it? R-right after Dumbledore . . . I j-just n-never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!"

　　　"Yeah, I know," said Ron, giving her a squeeze. "But you know what he'd say to us if he was here?"

"'C-constant vigilance,'" said Hermione, mopping her eyes.

　　　"That's right," said Ron, nodding. "He'd tell us to learn from what happened to him. And what I've learned is not to trust that cowardly little squit, Mundungus."

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Rather than thinking of chocolate as a superfood, you should think of it as a delicious, luxurious treat which, if you can fit it into your day without piling on the pounds (and if you stick with a 35g bar this may well be possible), will certainly not do you any harm, because flavonoids aside, although most of the fat in chocolate is saturated, more than half is an unusual type of saturated fat that does not raise bad cholesterol and may even increase levels of the protective good cholesterol.
Is chocolate good for you? The facts

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- Research shows that chocolate is only moderately cariogenic. In other words, it is much less likely to cause tooth decay than standard sweets because it increases acid production only mildly in our mouths, and cocoa contains chemicals that inhibit mouth bacteria.- Chocolate just scrapes in as a “low GI” food. In other words, it does not cause a big sugar rush after being eaten because the fat that it contains slows down the sugar absorption.- Experts say the idea that chocolate triggers headaches and acne does not stand up to careful scientific scrutiny.

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and Andromeda painting

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been clinging on to a futile hope, _they'll fix him and we'll take ; this isn't "it"_, and his instant reaction to the doctor's words was rage. _You're the mechanic. Don't tell me the car won't start; mend the damn thing_. Changez was flat out, drowning in his lungs. "We can't get at his chest in this kurta; may we . . ." _Cut it off Do what you have to do_. Drips, the blip of a weakening heartbeat on a screen, helplessness. The young doctor murmuring: "It won't be long now, so . . ." At which, Salahuddin Chamchawala did a crass thing. He turned to Nasreen and Kasturba and said: "Come quickly now. Come and say goodbye." "For God's sake!" the doctor exploded . . . the women did not weep, but came up to Changez and took a hand each. Salahuddin blushed for shame. He would never know if his father heard the death-sentence dripping from the lips of his son.
Now Salahuddin found better words, his Urdu returning to him after a long absence. _We're all beside you, Abba. We all love you very much_. Changez

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such a negative mood, it gets depressing. Go and drink your Coke-shoke in your AC vehicle and leave us yatris in peace." After the first week the Air Conditioned vehicle lost its driver. Mirza Saeed's chauffeur resigned and joined the foot-pilgrims; the zamindar was obliged to get behind the wheel himself. After that, when his anxiety overcame him, it was necessary to stop the car, park, and then rush madly back and forth among the pilgrims, threatening, entreating, offering bribes. At least once a day he cursed Ayesha to her face for ruining , but he could never keep up the abuse because every time he looked at her he desired her so much that he felt ashamed. The cancer had begun to turn Mishal's skin grey, and Mrs. Qureishi, too, was beginning to fray at the edges; her society chappals had disintegrated and she was suffering from frightful foot-blisters that looked like little water--balloons. When Saeed offered her the comfort of the car, however, she continued to refuse point-blank. The spell that Ayesha had placed upon the pilgrims was still holding firm. -- And at the end of these sorties into the heart of the pilgrimage Mirza

Thomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch painting

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resuscitate me, once I alert Bentine, Milligan and Sellers." (Respectively, their lawyer, their accountant and Chamcha's agent.) Pamela listened dumbly, her posture informing him that she wouldn't be offering any counter-arguments, that whatever he wanted was okay: making amends with body language. "After that," he concluded, "we sell up and you get your whisky breath, and the hard thing that had entered the little lines around her mouth, that he had quite simply fallen out of love, and would not want her back even should she want (which was improbable but not inconceivable) to return. The instant he became aware of this he commenced for some reason He swept out, making an exit before he got the shakes, and made it to his den just before they hit him. Pamela, downstairs, would be weeping; he had never found ought to be the one in the bad position. She was the one who had wanted to break the , who

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And the Prophet asked: "What didst thou see?" Khalid spread his arms. "Nothing," said he. "Then thou hast not destroyed her," the Prophet cried. "Go again, and complete thy work." So Khalid returned to the fallen temple, and there an enormous woman, all black but for her long scarlet tongue, came running at him, naked from head to foot, her black hair flowing to her ankles from her head. Nearing him, she halted, and recited in her terrible voice of sulphur and hellfire: "Have you heard of Lat, and Manat, and Uzza, the Third, the Other? They are the Exalted Birds . . ." But Khalid interrupted her, saying, "Uzza, those are the Devil's verses, and you the Devil's daughter, a creature not to be worshipped, but denied." So he drew his sword and cut her down.
And he returned to Mahound in his tent and said what he had seen. And the Prophet said, "Now may we come into Jahilia," and they arose, and came into the city, and possessed it in the Name of the Most High, the Destroyer of Men.
o o o
How many idols in the House of the Black Stone? Don't forget: three

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abandoned make-up, got herself a painful set of false teeth, planted vegetables in what Otto had insisted should be an English floral (neat flowerbeds around the central, symbolic tree, a "chimeran graft" of laburnum and broom) and gave, instead of dinners full of cerebral chat, a series of lunches -- heavy stews and a minimum of three outrageous puddings -- at which dissident Hungarian poets told convoluted jokes to Gurdjieffian mystics, or (if things didn't quite work out) the guests sat on cushions on the floor, staring gloomily at their loaded plates, and something very like total silence reigned for what felt like weeks. Allie eventually turned away from these Sunday afternoon rituals, sulking in her room until she was old enough to move out, with Alicja's ready assent, and from the path chosen for her by the father whose betrayal of his own act of survival had angered her so much. She turned towards action; and found she had mountains to climb.
Alicja Cohen, who had found Allie's change of course perfectly

Thomas Kinkade The Good Life painting

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simpleton or small child. "Where else would you go to heal your disfigurements and recover your normal ? Where else but here, with us, among your own people, your own kind?"
Only when Saladin Chamcha was alone in the attic room at the very end of his strength did he answer Sufyan's rhetorical question. "I'm not your kind," he said distinctly into the night. "You're not my people. I've spent half my to get away from you."
o o o
His heart began to misbehave, to kick and stumble as if it, too, wanted to metamorphose into some new, diabolic form, to substitute the complex unpredictability of tabla improvisations for its old metronomic beat. Lying sleepless in a narrow bed, snagging his horns in bedsheets and pillowcases as he tossed and turned, he suffered the renewal of coronary eccentricity with a kind of fatalistic acceptance: if everything else, then why not this, too?

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when the Imam goes to the toilet his disciples leap scalded from the shower. In exile no food is ever cooked; the dark-spectacled bodyguards go out for takeaway. In exile all attempts to put down roots look like treason: they are admissions of defeat.
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Movement radiates from him, around the clock. His son, Khalid, enters his sanctum bearing a glass of water, holding it in his right hand with his left palm under the glass. The Imam drinks water constantly, one glass every five minutes, to keep himself clean; the water itself is cleansed of impurities, before he sips, in an