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“And lastly... I hope you are not too sleepy to pay attention to this, Harry—the young Tom Riddle liked to collect trophies. You saw the box of stolen articles he had hidden in his room. These were taken from victims of his bullying behavior, souvenirs, if you will, of particularly unpleasant bits of magic. Bear in mind this magpie-like tendency, for this, particularly, will be important later.

“Fashion of speech again! But, Mr. Darnay, oblivion is not so

“But it is of you that I wished to speak, Severus, not Harry Potter. You have been very valuable to me. Very valuable.”

“And his sisters are called Diana and Mary Rivers?”

“Aaah, ‘at's be'er,” said Ron, with his mouth full of mashed potato.

“For one thing, I have no father or mother, brothers or sisters.”

“Drive on!” he cried, “hard, fast, full gallop! Nothing short of

“Dragon – dragon heartstring.”

“Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff,” Dumbledore replied. Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin. When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.