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clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go! And then you can go yourself, and be free.’‘I’ll do as I choose and go as I please,’ said Bilbo obstinately.‘Now, now, my dear hobbit! ‘ said Gandalf. ‘All your long we have been friends, and you owe me something. Come! Do as you promised: give it up! ‘‘Well, if you want my ring yourself, say so!’ cried Bilbo. ‘But you won’t get it. I won’t give my precious away, I tell you.’ His hand strayed to the hilt of his small sword.Gandalf’s eyes flashed. It will be my turn to get angry soon,’ he said. If you say that again
angry.’‘If I am it is your fault,’ said Bilbo. ‘It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.’The wizard’s face remained grave and attentive, and only a flicker in his deep eyes showed that he was startled and indeed alarmed. ‘It has been called that before,’ he said, ‘but not by you.’‘But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum said the same once. It’s not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it, I say.’Gandalf stood up. He spoke sternly. ‘You will be a fool if you do. Bilbo,’ he

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Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real was flying facedown on the grond again. The smell of the forest filled his nostrils. He

could feel
felt like the bruise of an iron-clad punch. He did not stir, but he remained exactly where

he had fallen, with

his left arm bent out at an akward angle and his mouth gaping.

　　　He had expected to hear cheer of triumph and jubilation at his death, but instead hurried footsteps, whispers, and solicitous murmurs filled the air.

"My Lord... my Lord..."
the cold hard ground beneath his cheek, and the hinge of his glasses which have been

knocked sideways

by the fall cutting into his temple. Every inch of him ached, and the place where Killing

Curse had hit him

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resentment.

"What's Potter got to do with anything?" said Lily.
The intensity of his gaze made her blush. 　　　"They don't use Dark Magic, though." She dropped her voice. "And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever's down there – " 　　　Snape's whole face contorted and he spluttered, "Saved? Saved
　　　"They sneak out at night. There's something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going?"

"He's ill," said Lily. "They say he's ill – "

"Every month at the full moon?" said Snape.

　　　"I know your theory," said Lily, and she sounded cold. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they're doing at night?"

　　　"I'm just trying to show you they're not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are."

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The crowd was thinning. Only a little knot of people remained below in the Room of Requirement, and Harry joine3d them. Mrs. Weasley was struggling with Ginny. Around them stood Lupin, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur.
teenagers' gang that's about to take him on, which no one else has dared to do!" said Fred. 　　　"She's sixteen!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "She's not old enough! What you two were thinking bringing her with you—-" Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves.
　　　"You're underage!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at her daughter as Harry approached "I won't permit it! The boys, yes, but you, you've

"I won't!"

"Ginny's hair flew as she pulled her arm out of her mother's grip.

"I'm in Dumbledore's Army---"

"A teenagers' gang!"

　　　"A

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sent for her," said Neville, holding up the fake Galleon. "I promised her and Ginny that if you turned up I'd let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows."

　　　"Of course that's what it means," said Luna brightly. "Isn't it, Harry? We're going to fight them out of Hogwarts?"
"Then let us help!" said Neville angrily. "We want to be a part of it!" 　　　There was another noise behind them, and Harry turned. His heart seemed to fall: Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. Ginny gave Harry a radiant
　　　"Listen," said Harry with a rising sense of panic, "I'm sorry, but that's not what we came back for. There's something we've got to do, and then –"

"You're going to leave us in this mess?" demanded Michael Cornet.

　　　"No!" said Ron. "What we're doing will benefit everyone in the end, it's all about trying to get rid of You-Know-Who – "

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a little start as the spells hit them.

Hermione's long black hair rippled behind her as she climbed the steps.

"One moment, madam," said the guard, raising his Probe.

　　　"But you've just done that!" said Hermione in Bellatrix's commanding, arrogant voice. Travers looked around, eyebrows raised. The guard was confused. He stared down at the thin golden Probe and then at his companion, who said in a slightly dazed voice,
retribution to potential thieves. Harry looked up at it, and all of a sudden a knife-sharp memory came to him: standing on this very spot on the day that he had turned eleven, the most wonderful birthday of his gold he ha
"Yeah, you've just checked them, Marius."

　　　Hermione swept forward. Ron by her side, Harry and Griphook trotting invisibly behind them. Harry glanced back as they crossed the threshold. The wizards were both scratching their heads.

　　　Two goblins stood before the inner doors, which were made of silver and which carried the poem warning of dire

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Anything. Anything." Said the wandmaker weakly.

"Can you mend this? Is it possible?"

　　　Ollivander held out a trembling hand, and Harry placed the two barely connected halves in his palm.
Harry had been braced to hear it, but it was a blow nevertheless. He took the wand halves back and replaced them in the pouch around his neck. Ollivander stared at the place where the shattered wand had vanished, and did not look away until Harry had taken from his pocket the two
　　　"Holly and phoenix feather," said Ollivander in a tremulous voice. "Eleven inches. Nice and supple."

"Yes," said Harry. "Can you -- ?"

　　　"No," whispered Ollivander. "I am sorry, very sorry, but a wand that has suffered this degree of damage cannot be repaired by any means that I know of."

　　　

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'So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that

　　　"'Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So

Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

　　　"'And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

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the trunks at eye level, an ideal place to see but not be seen. The ground around the roots, however, was free of snow, and Harry could see no sign of footprints. He walked back to where Ron stood waiting, still holding the sword and the Horcrux.

"Anything there?" Ron asked.

"No," said Harry.
One way to find out, isn't there?" said Harry. 　　　The Horcrux was still swinging from Ron's hand. The locket was twitching slightly. Harry knew that the thing inside it was agitated again. It had sensed the presence of the sword and had tried to kill Harry rather than let him
"So how did the sword get in that pool?"

"Whoever cast the Patronus must have put it there."

　　　They both looked at the ornate silver sword, its rubied hilt glinting a little in the light from Hermione's wand.

"You reckon this is the real one?" asked Ron.

"

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, and where Bowman Wright, Wizarding smith, forged the first Golden Snitch. The graveyard is full of the names of ancient magical families, and this accounts, no doubt, for the stories of hauntings that have dogged the little church beside it for many centuries.'
Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England were notable to knots of Wizarding families who lived alongside tolerant and sometimes Confunded Muggles. Most celebrated of these half-magical dwelling places is, perhaps, Godric's Hollow, the West Country village where the great wizard Godric Gryffindor was born
　　　"You and your parents aren't mentioned." Hermione said, closing the book, "because Professor Bagshot doesn't cover anything later than the end of the nineteenth century. But you see? Godric's Hollow, Godric Gryffindor, Gryffindor's sword; don't you think Dumbledore would have expected you to make the connection?"

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Seal the exit! SEAL IT!"

　　　Yaxley had burst out of another lift and was running toward the group beside the fireplaces, into which all of the Muggle-borns but Mrs. Cattermole had now vanished. As the balding wizard lifted his wand, Harry raised an enormous fist and punched him, sending him flying through the air.
Harry saw Yaxley's head turn, saw an inkling of truth dawn on that brutish face. 　　　"Come on!" Harry shouted at Hermione; he seized her hand and they
"He's been helping Muggle-borns escape, Yaxley!" Harry shouted.

　　　The balding wizard's colleagues set up and uproar, under cover of which Ron grabbed Mrs. Cattermole, pulled her into the still-open fireplace, and disappeared. Confused, Yaxley looked from Harry to the punched wizard, while the real Reg Cattermole screamed, "My wife! Who was that with my wife? What's going on?"

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was not I who killed you, Albus," said a quiet voice.

　　　The jinx broke: The dust-figure exploded again, and it was impossible to make out the newcomer through the dense gray cloud it left behind.
　　Ron and Hermione came crashing down the stairs behind Harry, wands pointing, like his, at the unknown man now standing with his arms raised in the hall below. "Hold your fire, it's me, Remus!" 　　　"Oh, thank goodness," said Hermione weakly, pointing her wand at
Harry pointed the wand into the middle of it.

"Don't move!"

　　　He had forgotten the portrait of Mrs. Black: At the sound of his yell, the curtains hiding her flew open and she began to scream, "Mudbloods and filth dishonoring my house –"

　

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know what the symbol means, the Lovegoods are quite… unusual. He could have easily picked it up somewhere and think it's a cross section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack or something."

"The cross section of a vot?"

for them…."

Harry felt he was doing a bad job explaining Luna and her father.

　　　"That's her," he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges.

"Vy is she doing that?" asked Krum.

　　　"Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt," said Harry, who recognized the symptoms.

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think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she'll be able to delay you leaving," Ginny told Harry in an undertone, as they laid the table for dinner on the third night of his stay.

　　　"And then what does she think's going to happen?" Harry muttered. "Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she's holding us here making vol-au-vents?"

He had spoken without thinking, and saw Ginny's face whiten.

"So it's true?" she said. "That's what you're trying to do?"

"I – not – I was joking," said Harry evasively.

　　　They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny's expression. Suddenly Harry became aware that this was the first time that he had been alone with her since those stolen hours in secluded corners of the Hogwarts grounds. He was sure she was remembering them too

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hopefully learning to see some of the unexplored potential you might be able to make use of as the world changes around you.2. Focus on relationship-building.Networking is always important, no matter what your field or goals, but now is the time to not only broaden your list of contacts but to deepen it – to strengthen the relationships you’ve established through networking. Start striking up conversations with people you get along with but have, so far, not really connected with. Share some of your specialized knowledge – or ask others to share some of theirs. Give people a chance to know you as a person, and get to know them the same way

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That night, Salahuddin forced Nasreen and Kasturba to sleep comfortably in their own beds while he kept watch over Changez from a mattress on the floor. After his midnight dose of Isosorbide, the dying man slept for three hours, and then needed to go to the toilet. Salahuddin virtually lifted him to his feet, and was astonished at Changez's lightness. This had always been a weighty man, but now he was a living lunch for the advancing cancer cells . . . in the toilet, Changez refused all help. "He won't let you do one thing," Kasturba had complained lovingly. "Such a shy fellow that he is." On his way back to bed he leaned lightly on Salahuddin's arm, and shuffled along flat-footed in old, worn bedroom slippers, his remaining hairs sticking out at comical angles, his head stuck beakily forward on its scrawny, fragile neck. Salahuddin suddenly longed to pick the old man up, to cradle him in his arms and sing soft, comforting songs. Instead, he blurted out, at this least appropriate of moments, an appeal for reconciliation. "Abba, I came because I didn't want there to be trouble

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Those who listen to the Devil's verses, spoken in the Devil's tongue," she cried, "will go to the Devil in the end."
"It's a choice, then," Mirza Saeed answered her, "between the devil and the deep blue sea."
o o o
Eight weeks had passed, and relations between Mirza Saeed and his wife Mishal had so deteriorated that they were no longer on speaking terms. By now, and in spite of the cancer that had turned her as grey as funeral ash, Mishal had become Ayesha's chief lieutenant and most devoted disciple. The doubts of other marchers had only strengthened her own faith, and for these doubts she unequivocally blamed her husband.
"Also," she had rebuked him in their last conversation, "there is no warmth in you any more. I feel afraid to approach."
"No warmth?" he yelled. "How can you say it? No warmth? For whom

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meaning--loaded songs as _We Shall Overcome_, and even, for Pete's sake, _Nkosi Sikelel" iAfrika_. As if all causes were the same, all histories interchangeable. -- But he said none of these things, because his head had begun to spin and his senses to reel, owing to his premonition of his death.
-- Hanif Johnson was finishing his speech. _As Dr. Simba has written, newness will enter this society by collective, not individual, actions_. He was quoting what Chamcha recognized as one of Camus's most popular slogans. _The passage from speech to moral action, Hanif was saying, has a name: to become human_. -- And now a pretty young British Asian woman with a slightly-toobulbous nose and a dirty, bluesy voice was launching into Bob Dylan's song, _I Pity the Poor Immigrant_. Another false and imported note, this: the song actually seemed rather hostile towards immigrants, though there were lines that struck chords, about the immigrant's visions shattering like

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possibly have gained if he'd still been free to wander the newly puritanical streets of the town. The deafness was a problem sometimes; it meant that there were gaps in his knowledge, because the customers frequently lowered their voices and whispered; but it also minimized the prurient element in his listenings--in, since he was unable to hear the murmurings that accompanied fornication, except, of course, at such moments in which ecstatic clients or feigning workers raised their voices in cries of real or synthetic joy.
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The creature on the sleeping--bags opened its eyes; smoke began to issue from its pores. The face on every one of the waxwork dummies was the same now, Gibreel's face with its widow's peak and its long thin saturnine good looks. The creature bared its teeth and let out a long, foul breath, and the waxworks dissolved into puddles and empty clothes, all of them, every one. The creature lay back, satisfied. And. fixed its mind upon its foe. intensity, and the creature thrashed and tossed around the dancefloor, wailing most piteously; until, at length, granted respite, it fell asleep.
Whereupon it felt within itself the most inexplicable sensations of compression, suction, withdrawal; it was racked by terrible, squeezing pains, and emitted piercing squeals that nobody, not even Mishal who was staying with Hanif in Pinkwalla's apartment above the Club, dared to investigate. The pains mounted in

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haven't tried it out, it could be, you could..." And the older girl finished the thought: "You could've developed -- you know -- _powers_."
"We thought, anyway," Anahita added, weakly, seeing the clouds gathering on Chamcha's brow. And, backing towards the door, added: "But we're probably wrong. -- Yeh. We're wrong all right. Enjoy your meal." -- Mishal, before she fled, took a small bottle full of green fluid out of a pocket of her red-andblack-check donkey jacket, put it on the floor by the door, and delivered the following parting shot. "O, excuse me, but Mum says, can you use this, it's mouthwash, for your breath."
o o o
That Mishal and Anahita should adore the disfiguration which he loathed with all his heart convinced him that "his people" were as crazily wrong-headed as he'd long suspected. That the two of them should respond to his bitterness -- when, on his second attic morning, they brought him a masala dosa

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hail a taxi; not one was willing to stop, however, so he was obliged to plunge back into that hellish maze, that labyrinth without a solution, and continue his epic flight. At last, exhausted beyond hope, he surrendered to the fatal logic of his insanity and got out arbitrarily at what he conceded must be the last, meaningless station of his prolonged and futile journey in search of the chimera of renewal. He came out into the heartbreaking indifference of a litter-blown street by a lorry--infested roundabout. Darkness had already fallen as he walked unsteadily, using the last reserves of his optimism, into an unknown park made spectral by the ectoplasmic quality of the tungsten lamps. As he sank to his knees in the isolation of the winter night he saw the figure of a woman moving slowly towards him across the snow-shrouded grass, and surmised that it must be his nemesis, Rekha Merchant, coming to deliver her death-kiss, to drag him down into a deeper underworld than the one in which she had broken his wounded spirit. He no longer cared, and by the time