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Moody, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on Neville.
　　”There’s one – the Cruciatus Curse,” said Neville in a small but distinct voice.
　　Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.
　　”Your name’s Longbottom?” he said, his magical eye swooping down to check the register again.
　　Neville nodded nervously, but Moody made no further inquiries. Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.
　　”The Cruciatus Curse,” said Moody. “Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea,”
　　he said, pointing his wand at the spider. “Engorgio!”
　　The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretense, Ron pushed his chair backward,ugg outlet, as far away from Moody’s desk as possible.
　　Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, “Crucio,adding their songs and!”
　　At once, the spider’s legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently – “Stop it!” Hermione said shrilly.”
　　Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry,dre beats, following her gaze, saw that Neville’s hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
　　Moody raised his wand. The spider’s legs relaxed,looks very earnestly towards the Main Land, but it continued to twitch.
　　”Reducio,” Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
　　”Pain,promotional usb flash drive,” said Moody softly. “You don’t need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse. . . . That one was very popular once too.
　　”Right. . . anyone know any others?”
　　Harry looked around. From the looks on everyone’s faces, he guessed they were all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider. Hermione’s hand shook slightly as, for the third time, she raised it into the air.
　　”Yes?” said Moody, looking at her.
　　”Avada Kedavra,” Hermione whispered.
　　Several people looked uneasily around at her, including Ron.
　　”Ah,ugg boots,” said Moody, another slight smile twisting his lopsided mouth. “Yes, the last and worst. Avada Kedavra. .. the Killing Curse.”
　　He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what

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ldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?”

“Oh he dreamed of it,” said Harry,leaving Harry’s wand behind. A clever thing to do, “but he knew more than you, knew enough not
to do what you’ve done.”

“You mean he was weak!” screamed Voldemort. “Too weak to dare, too weak to
take what might have been his, what will be mine!”

“No, he was cleverer than you,” said Harry, “a better wizard, a better man.”

“I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!”

“You thought you did,” said Harry, “but you were wrong.”

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“Yes, Dumbledore is dead,” said Harry calmly, “but you didn’t have him killed.
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thing with the man you thought was your servant.”

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Patronus, did you, Riddle?”

Voldemort did not answer. They continued to circle each other like wolves about
to tear each other apart.

“Snape’s Patronus was a doe,” said Harry, “the same as my mother’s, because he
loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children. You should
have realized,” he said as he saw Voldemort’s nostrils flare, “he asked you to spare her
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them as I crushed your mother, Snape’s supposed

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surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.

“I won’t! I won’t be a Slytherin!”

“James, give it a rest!” said Ginny.

“I only said he might be,” said James, grinning at his younger brother. “There’s
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But James caught his mother’s eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the
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“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” Albus asked his parents immediately,
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“Not every day,” said Albus quickly, “James says most people only get letters
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“We wrote to James three times a week last year,” said Ginny.

“And you don’t want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts,” Harry
put in. “He likes a laugh, your brother.”

Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they
reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged
onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was
pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the
mist, into which James had already disappeared.

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But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody’s faces.
Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, Harry thought he head
Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not
to stop and say hello. . . .

“I think that’s them, Al,” said Ginny suddenly.

A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last
carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily, and Albus had drawn
right up to them.

“Hi,” said Albus, sounding immensely relieved.

Roses, who was already wearing her brand-new Hogwarts robes, beamed at him.

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