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He set the bottle back on the sideboard and sighed. It was then that his gaze fell upon Harry.
Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him.
"Ah," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "but in the Wizarding world, we come of age at seventeen."
"Good," said Harry in relief, "because they were a —"
He had been standing alone in this very office, savoring the triumph that was his after so many years of dreaming and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself
"Excuse me!" barked the Prime Minister, now positively stamping up and down. "Trees uprooted, roofs ripped off, lampposts bent, horrible injuries--"
"Then you ought to hold your tongue!" snarled Bellatrix. "Particularly in present company!"
"Shall we assume that you have invited me into your sitting room?"
Once upon a happier time this sentence would have been unintelligible to the Prime Minister, but he was wiser now.
"His godfather's dead?" said Uncle Vernon loudly from the sofa. Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at him. The glass of mead was now knocking quite insistently on the side of Vernon’s head; he attempted to beat it away. "He's dead? His godfather?"
"No, no, I need to get going," said Tonks, not meeting Dumbledore's eyes. " 'Night ?quot;
Dumbledore smiled, drew his traveling cloak a little more lightly around his neck, and said, "This way."
"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry."
"No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "Course yeh're not. But yeh will be."
The Prime Minister groped in his memory for the details of that horrible conversation of three years previously, when Fudge had told him about the wizard who was feared above all others, the wizard who had committed a thousand terrible crimes before his mysterious disappearance fifteen years earlier.。
Dumbledore smiled at Harry and directed him toward a chair not unlike the one that Slughorn had so recently impersonated, which stood right beside the newly burning fire and a brightly glowing oil lamp. Harry took the seat with the distinct impression that Dumbledore, for some reason, wanted to keep him as visible as possible. Certainly when Slughorn, who had been busy with decanters and glasses, turned to face the room again, his eyes fell immediately upon Harry.。