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WHAT was the real purpose of the secret organization known as the Order of the Phoenix. HOW did Dumbledore really meet his end. The answers to these and many more questions are explored in the explosive new biography, The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, by Rita Skeeter, exclusively interviewed by Betty Braithwaite, page 13, inside. Harry ripped open the paper and found page thirteen. The article was topped with a picture showing another familiar face: a woman wearing jeweled glasses with elaborately curled blonde hair, her teeth bared in what was clearly supposed to be a winning smile, wiggling her fingers up at him. Doing his best to ignore this nauseating image, Harry read on. In person, Rita Skeeter is much warmer and softer than her famously ferocious quill-portraits might suggest. Greeting me in the hallway of her cozy home, she leads me straight into the kitchen for a cup of tea, a slice of pound cake and, it goes without saying, a steaming vat of freshest gossip. Well, of course, Dumbledore is a biographers dream, says Skeeter. Such a long, full life. Im sure my book will be the first of very, very many. Skeeter was certainly quick off the mark. Her nine-hundred-page book was completed a mere four weeks after Dumbledores mysterious death in June. I ask her how she managed this superfast feat. Oh, when youve been a journalist as long as I have, working to a deadline is second nature. I knew that the Wizarding world was clamoring for the full story and I wanted to be the first to meet that need. I mention the recent, widely publicized remarks of Elphias Doge, Special Advisor to the Wizengamot and longstanding friend of Albus Dumbledores, that Skeeters book contains less fact than a Chocolate Frog card. Skeeter throws back her head and laughs. Darling Dodgy. I remember interviewing him a few years back about merpeople rights, bless him. Completely gaga, seemed to think we were sitting at the bottom of Lake Windermere, kept telling me to watch out for trout. And yet Elphias Doges accusations of inaccuracy have been echoed in many places. Does Skeeter really feel that four short weeks have been enough to gain a full picture of Dumbledores long and extraordinary life. Oh, my dear, beams Skeeter, rapping me affectionately across the knuckles, you know as well as I do how much information can be generated by a fat bag of Galleons, a refusal to hear the word no, and a nice sharp Quick-Quotes Quill. People were queuing to dish the dirt on Dumbledore anyway. Not everyone thought he was so wonderful, you know - he trod on an awful lot of important toes. But old Dodgy Doge can get off his high hippogriff, because Ive had access to a source most journalists would swap their wands for, one who has never spoken in public before and who was close to Dumbledore during the most turbulent and disturbing phase of his youth. The advance publicity for Skeeters biography has certainly suggested that there will be shocks in store for those who believe Dumbledore to have led a blameless life. What were the biggest surprises she uncovered, I ask. Now, come off it, Betty, Im not giving away all the highlights Steam deck test buttons anybodys bought the book. laughs Skeeter. But I can promise that anybody who still thinks Dumbledore was white as his beard is in for a rude awakening. Lets just say that nobody hearing him rage against You-Know-Who would have dreamed that he dabbled in the Dark Https://beststrategygames.cloud/download/galactic-civilization.php himself in his youth. And for a wizard who spent his later years pleading for tolerance, he wasnt exactly broad-minded when he was younger. Yes, Albus Dumbledore had an extremely murky past, not to mention that very fishy family, which he worked so hard to keep hushed up. I ask whether Skeeter is referring to Dumbledores brother, Aberforth, whose conviction by the Wizengamot for misuse of magic caused a minor scandal fifteen years ago. Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap, click Skeeter. No, no, Im talking about much worse than a brother with a fondness for fiddling about with goats, worse even than the Muggle-maiming father - Dumbledore couldnt keep either of them quiet anyway, they were both charged by the Wizengamot. No, its the mother and the sister that intrigued me, and a little digging uncovered a positive nest of nastiness - but, as I say, youll have to wait for chapters nine to twelve for full details. All I can say now is, its no wonder Dumbledore never talked about how his nose got broken. Family skeletons notwithstanding, does Skeeter deny the brilliance that led to Dumbledores many magical discoveries. He had brains, she concedes, although many now question whether he could really take full credit for all of his supposed achievements. As I reveal in chapter sixteen, Ivor Dillonsby claims he had already discovered eight uses of dragons blood when Dumbledore borrowed his papers. But the importance of some of Dumbledores achievements cannot, I venture, be denied. What of his famous defeat of Grindelwald. Oh, now, Im glad you mentioned Grindelwald, says Skeeter with a tantalizing smile. Im afraid those who go dewy-eyed over Dumbledores spectacular victory must brace themselves for a bombshell - or perhaps a Dungbomb. Very dirty business indeed. All Ill say is, dont be so sure that there really was the spectacular duel of legend. After theyve read my book, people may be forced just click for source conclude that Grindelwald simply conjured a white handkerchief from the end of his wand and came quietly. Skeeter refuses to give any more away on this intriguing subject, so we turn instead to the relationship that will undoubtedly fascinate her readers more than any other. Oh yes, says Skeeter, nodding briskly, I devote an entire chapter to the whole PotterDumbledore relationship. Its been called unhealthy, even sinister. Again, your readers will have to buy my book for the whole story, but there is no question that Dumbledore took an unnatural interest in Potter from the word go. Whether that was really in the boys best interests - well, well see. Its certainly an open secret that Potter has had a most troubled adolescence. I ask whether Skeeter is still in touch with Harry Potter, whom she so famously interviewed last year: a breakthrough piece in which Potter spoke exclusively of his conviction that You-Know-Who had returned. Oh, yes, weve developed a close bond, says Skeeter. Poor Potter has few real friends, and we met at one of the most testing moments of his life - the Triwizard Tournament. I am probably one of the only people alive who can say that they know the real Harry Potter. Which leads us neatly to the many rumors still circulating about Dumbledores final hours. Does Skeeter believe that Potter was there when Dumbledore died. Well, I dont want to say too much - its all in the book - but eyewitnesses inside Hogwarts castle saw Potter running away from the scene moments after Dumbledore fell, jumped, or was pushed. Potter later gave evidence against Severus Snape, a man against whom he has a notorious grudge. Is everything as it seems. That is for the Wizarding community to decide - once theyve read my book. On that intriguing note, I take my leave. There can be no doubt that Skeeter has quilled an instant bestseller. Dumbledores legions of admirers, meanwhile, may well be trembling at what is soon to emerge about their hero. Harry reached the bottom of the article, but continued to stare blankly at the page. Revulsion and fury rose in him like vomit; he balled up the newspaper and threw it, with all his force, at the wall, where it joined the rest of the rubbish heaped around his overflowing bin. He began to stride blindly around the room, opening empty drawers and picking up books only to replace them on the same piles, barely conscious of what he was doing, as random phrases from Ritas article echoed in his head: An entire chapter to the whole PotterDumbledore relationship. Its been called unhealthy, even sinister. He dabbled in the Dark Arts himself in his youth. Ive had access to a source most journalists would swap their wands for. Lies. Harry bellowed, and through the window he saw the next-door neighbor, who had paused to restart his lawn mower, look up nervously. Harry sat down hard on the bed. The Steam deck test buttons bit of mirror danced away from him; he picked it up and turned it over in his fingers, thinking, thinking of Dumbledore and the lies with which Rita Skeeter was defaming him. A flash of brightest blue. Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of the mirror again. He had imagined it, he must have done. He glanced over his shoulder, but the wall was a sickly peach color of Aunt Petunias choosing: There was nothing blue there for the mirror to reflect. He peered into the mirror fragment again, and saw nothing but his own bright green eye looking back at him. He had imagined it, there was 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. T CHAPTER THREE THE DURSLEYS DEPARTING he sound of the front door slamming echoed up the stairs and a voice yelled, Oi. You. Sixteen years of being addressed thus left Harry in no doubt whom his uncle was calling; nevertheless, he did not check this out respond. He was still gazing at the mirror fragment in which, for a split second, he had thought he saw Dumbledores eye. It was not until his uncle bellowed, BOY. that Harry got slowly to his feet and headed for the bedroom door, pausing to add the piece of broken mirror to the rucksack filled with things he would be taking with him. You took your time. roared Vernon Dursley when Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. Get down here, I want a word. Harry strolled downstairs, his hands deep in his jeans pockets. When he reached the living room he found all three Dursleys. They were dressed for traveling: Uncle Vernon in a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia in a neat salmon-colored coat, and Dudley, Harrys large, blond, muscular cousin, in his leather jacket. Yes. asked Harry. Sit down. said Uncle Vernon. Harry raised his eyebrows. Please. added Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly as though the word was sharp in his throat. Harry sat. He thought he knew what was coming. His uncle began to pace up and down, Aunt Petunia and Dudley following his opinion steam deck gta v resolution not with anxious expressions. Finally, his large purple face crumpled with concentration, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry and spoke. Ive changed my mind, he said. What a surprise, said Harry. Dont you take that tone - began Aunt Petunia in a shrill voice, but Vernon Dursley waved her down. Its all a lot of claptrap, said Uncle Vernon, glaring at Harry with piggy little eyes. Ive decided I dont believe a word of it. Were staying put, were not going anywhere. Harry looked up at his uncle and felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Vernon Dursley had been changing his mind every twenty-four hours for the past four weeks, packing and unpacking and repacking the car with every change of heart. 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A plot to get this house. Are you actually as stupid as you look. Dont you dare -. squealed Aunt Petunia, but again, Vernon waved her down: Slights on his personal appearance were, it seemed, as nothing to the danger he had spotted. Just in case youve forgotten, said Harry, Ive already got a house, my godfather left me one. So why would I want this one. All the happy memories. There was silence. Harry thought he had rather impressed his uncle with this argument. You claim, said Uncle Vernon, starting to pace yet again, that this Lord Thing - - Voldemort, said Harry impatiently, and weve been through this about a hundred times already. This isnt a claim, its fact, Dumbledore told you last year, and Kingsley and Mr. Weasley - Vernon Dursley hunched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed that his uncle was attempting to ward off recollections of the unannounced visit, a few days into Harrys summer holidays, of two fully grown wizards. The arrival on the doorstep of Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley had come as a most unpleasant shock to the Dursleys. Harry had to admit, however, that as Mr. Weasley had once demolished half of the living room, his reappearance could not have been expected to delight Uncle Vernon. - Kingsley and Mr. Weasley explained it all as well, Harry pressed on remorselessly. Once Im seventeen, the protective charm that keeps me safe will break, and that exposes you as well as me. The Order is sure Voldemort will target you, whether to torture you to try and find out where I am, or because he thinks by holding you hostage Id come and try to rescue you. Uncle Vernons and Harrys eyes met. Harry was sure that in that instant they were both wondering the same thing. Then Uncle Vernon walked on and Harry resumed, Youve got to go into hiding and the Order wants to help. Youre being offered serious protection, the best there is. Uncle Vernon said nothing, but continued to pace up and down. Outside the sun hung low over the privet hedges. The next-door neighbors lawn mower stalled again. I thought there was a Ministry of Magic. asked Vernon Dursley abruptly. There is, said Harry, surprised. Well, then, why cant they protect us. It seems to me that, as innocent victims, guilty of nothing more than harboring something baldurs gate download full game jolt good marked man, we ought to qualify for government protection. Harry laughed; he could not help himself. It was so very typical of his uncle to put his hopes in the establishment, even within this world that he despised and mistrusted. You heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said, Harry replied. We think the Ministry has been infiltrated. Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and back, breathing so heavily that his great black mustache rippled, his face still purple with concentration. All right, he said, stopping in front of Harry yet again. All right, lets say, for the sake of argument, we accept this protection. I still dont see why we cant have that Kingsley bloke. Harry managed not to roll his eyes, but with difficulty. This question had also been addressed half a dozen times. As Ive told you, he said through gritted teeth, Kingsley is protecting the Mug - I mean, your Prime Minister. Exactly - hes the best. said Uncle Vernon, pointing at the blank television screen. The Dursleys had spotted Kingsley on the news, walking along discreetly behind the Muggle Prime Minister as he visited a hospital. This, and the fact that Kingsley had mastered the knack of dressing like a Muggle, not to mention a certain reassuring something in his slow, deep voice, had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard, although it was true that they had never seen him with his earring in. Well, hes taken, said Harry. But Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle are more than up to the job - If wed even seen CVs. began Uncle Vernon, but Harry lost patience. Getting to his feet, he advanced on his uncle, now pointing at the TV set himself. These accidents arent accidents - the crashes and explosions and derailments and whatever else has happened since we last watched the news. People are disappearing and dying and hes behind it - Voldemort. Ive told you this over and over again, he kills Muggles for fun. Even the fogs - theyre caused by dementors, and if you cant remember what they are, ask your son. Dudleys hands jerked upward to cover his mouth. With his parents and Harrys eyes upon him, he slowly lowered them again and asked, There are. more of them. More. laughed Harry. More than the two that attacked us, you mean. Of course there are, there are hundreds, maybe thousands by this time, seeing as they feed off fear and despair - All right, all right, blustered Vernon Dursley. Youve made your point - I hope so, said Harry, because once Im seventeen, all of them - Death Eaters, dementors, maybe even Inferi - which means dead bodies enchanted by a Dark wizard - will be able to find you and will certainly attack you. And if you remember the last time you tried to outrun wizards, I think youll agree you need help. There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through apex sensitivity intervening years. Aunt Petunia was looking at Uncle Vernon; Dudley was staring at Harry. Finally Uncle Vernon blurted out, But what about my work. What about Dudleys school. I dont suppose those things matter to a bunch of layabout wizards - Dont you understand. shouted Harry. They will torture and kill you like they did my parents. Dad, said Dudley in a loud voice, Dad - Im going with these Order people. Dudley, said Harry, for the first time in your life, youre talking sense. He knew that the battle was won. If Dudley was frightened enough to accept the Orders help, his parents would accompany him: There could be no question of being separated from their Diddykins. Harry glanced at the carriage clock on the mantelpiece. Theyll be here in about five minutes, he said, and when none of the Dursleys replied, he left the room. The Steam deck test buttons of parting - probably forever - from his aunt, uncle, and cousin was one that he was able to contemplate quite cheerfully, but there was nevertheless a certain awkwardness in the air. What did you say to one another at the end of sixteen yearssolid dislike. Back in his bedroom, Harry fiddled aimlessly with his rucksack, then poked a couple of owl nuts through the bars of Hedwigs cage. They fell with dull thuds to the bottom, where she ignored them. Were leaving soon, really soon, Harry told her. And then youll be able to fly again. The doorbell rang. Harry hesitated, then headed back out of his room and downstairs. It was too much to expect Hestia and Dedalus to cope with the Dursleys on their own. Harry Potter. squeaked an excited voice, the moment Article source had opened the door; a small man in a mauve top hat was sweeping him a deep bow. An honor, as ever. Thanks, Dedalus, said Harry, bestowing a small and embarrassed smile upon the dark-haired Hestia. Its really good of you to do this. Theyre through here, my aunt and uncle and cousin. Good day to you, Harry Potters relatives. said Dedalus happily, striding into the living room. The Dursleys did not look at all happy to be addressed thus; Harry half expected another change of mind. Dudley shrank nearer to his mother at the sight of the witch and wizard. I see you are packed and ready. Excellent. The plan, as Harry has told you, is a simple one, said Dedalus, pulling an immense pocket watch out of his waistcoat and examining it. We shall be leaving before Harry does. Due to the danger of using magic in your house - Harry being still underage, it could provide the Ministry with an excuse to arrest him - we shall be driving, say, ten miles or so, before Disapparating to the safe location we have picked out for you. You know how to drive, I take it. he asked Uncle Vernon politely. Know how to -. Of course I ruddy well know how to drive. spluttered Uncle Vernon. Very clever of you, sir, very clever, I personally were zambia steam card regret be utterly bamboozled by all those buttons and knobs, said Dedalus. He was clearly under the impression that he was flattering Vernon Dursley, who was visibly losing confidence in the plan with every word Dedalus spoke. Cant even drive, he muttered under his breath, his mustache rippling indignantly, but fortunately neither Dedalus nor Hestia seemed to hear him. You, Harry, Dedalus continued, will wait here for your guard. There has been a little change in the arrangements - What dyou mean. said Harry at once. I thought Mad-Eye was going to come and take me by Side-Along-Apparition. Cant do it, said Hestia tersely. Mad-Eye will explain. The Dursleys, who had listened to all of this with looks of utter incomprehension on their faces, jumped as a loud voice screeched, Hurry up. Rust game night vision looked all around the room before realizing that the voice had issued from Dedaluss pocket watch. Quite right, were operating to a very tight schedule, said Dedalus, nodding at his watch and tucking it back into his waistcoat.
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