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“Albus Dumbledore was never proud or vain; he could find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched…with great humanity and sympathy. I shall miss his friendship more than I can say, but my loss is nothing compared to the wizarding world’s. The he was the most inspiring and the best loved of all the Hogwarts headmasters cannot be in question. He died as he lived, working always for the greater good and, to his last hour, as willing to stretch out a hand to a small boy with dragon pox as he was on the day I met him.”
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“A flash of bright blue. Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of the mirror again. He had imagined it, he must have done. There was nothing blue in the room for the mirror to reflect…he must have imagined it, there is no other explanation; imagined it, because he had been thinking of his dead headmaster. If anything was certain, it was that the bright blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore would never pierce him again.” |