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Temat postu: Aragog. "
happens if anyone moves outdoors during darkness: Caterwauling Charm's set off, they'll be onto you like bowtruckles on doxy eggs. I don't reckon I'll be able to pass of a stag as a goat a second time. Wait for daybreak when curfew lifts, then you can put your Cloak back on and set out on foot. Get right out of Hogsmeade, up into the mountains, and you'll be able to Disapparate there. Might see Hagrid. He's been hiding in a cave up there with Grawp ever since they tried to arrest him." "We're not leaving," said Harry. "We need to get into Hogwarts." "Don't be stupid, boy," said Aberforth. "We've got to," said Harry. "What you've got to do," said Aberforth, leaning forward, "is to get as far from here as from here as you can." "You don't understand. There isn't much time. We've got to get into the castle. Dumbledore - I mean, your brother - wanted us - " The firelight made the grimy lenses of Aberforth's glasses momentarily opaque, a bright flat white, and Harry remembered the blind eyes of the giant spider, Aragog. "My brother Albus wanted a lot of things," said Aberforth, "and people had a habit of getting hurt while he was carrying out his grand plans. You get away from this school, Potter, and out of the country if you can. Forget my brother and his clever schemes. He's gone where none of this can hurt him, and you don't owe him anything." "You don't understand." said Harry again. "Oh, don't I? said Aberforth quietly. "You don't think I understood my own brother? Think you know Albus better than I did?" "I didn't mean that," said Harry, whose brain felt sluggish with exhaustion and from the surfeit of food and
wine
. "It's... he left me a job." "Did he now?" said Aberforth. "Nice job, I hope? Pleasant? Easy? Sort of thing you'd expect an unqualified wizard kid to be able to do without overstretching themselves?" Ron gave a rather grim laugh. Hermione was looking strained. "I-it's not easy, no," said Harry. "But I've got to - " "Got to? Why \igot\i to? He's dead, isn't he?" said Aberforth roughly. "Let it go, boy, before you follow him! Save yourself!" "I can't." "Why not?" "I - " Harry felt overwhelmed; he could not explain, so he took the offensive instead. "But you're fighting too, you're in the Order of the Phoenix - " "I was," said Aberforth. "The Order of the Phoenix is finished. You-Know-Who's won, it's over, and anyone who's pretending different's kidding themselves. It'll never be safe for you here, Potter, he wants you too badly. So go abroad, go into hiding, save yourself. Best take these two with you." He jerked a thumb at Ron and Hermione. "They'll be in danger long as they live now everyone knows they've been working with you." "I can't leave," said Harry. "I've got a job - " "Give it to someone else!" "I can't. It's got to be me, Dumbledore explained it all - " "Oh, did he now? And did he tell you everything, was he honest with you?" Harry wanted him with all his heart to say "Yes," but somehow the simple word would not rise to his lips, Aberforth seemed to know what he was thinking. "I knew my brother, Potter. He learned secrecy at our mother's knee. Secrets and lies, that's how we grew up, and Albus... he was a natural." The old man's eyes traveled to the painting of the girl over the mantelpiece. It was, now Harry looked around properly, the only picture in the room. There was no photograph of Albus Dumbledore, nor of anyone else. "Mr. Dumbledore" said Hermione rather timidly. "Is that your sister? Ariana? "Yes." said Aberforth tersely. "Been reading Rita Skeeter, have you, missy?" Even by the rosy light of the fire it was clear that Hermione had turned red. "Elphias Doge mentioned her to us,
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," said Harry, trying to spare Hermione. "That old berk," muttered Aberforth,
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, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every office, he did. Well, so did plenty of people, you three included, by the looks of it." Harry kept quiet. He did not want to express the doubts and uncertainties about Dumbledore that had riddled him for months now. He had made his choice while he dug Dobby's grave, he had decided to continue along the winding, dangerous path indicated for him by Albus Dumbledore,
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, to accept that he had not been told everything that he wanted to know, but simply to trust. He had no desire to doubt again; he did not want o hear anything that would deflect him from his purpose. He met Aberforth's gaze, which was so strikingly like his brothers': The bright blue eyes gave the same impression that they were X-raying the object of their scrutiny, and Harry thought that Aberforth knew what he was thinking and despised him for it. "Professor Dumbledore cared about Harry, very much," said Hermione in a low voice. "Did he now?" said Aberforth. "Funny thing how many of the people my brother cared about very much ended up in a worse state than if he'd left 'em well alone." "What do you mean?" asked Hermione breathlessly. "Never you mind," said Aberforth.
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