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“Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it.” “But the cloak, I took out of vain curiosity, and so it could never have worked for me as it works for you, its true owner. The stone I would have used in an attempt to drag back those who are at peace, rather than to enable my self-sacrifice, as you did. You are the worthy possessor of the Hallows.” Dumbledore patted Harry’s hand, and Harry looked up at the old man and smiled; he could not help himself. How could he remain angry with Dumbledore now? “Why did you have to make it so difficult?” Dumbledore’s smile was tremulous. “I am afraid I counted on Miss Granger to slow you up, Harry. I was afraid that your hot head might dominate your good heart. I was scared that, if presented outright with the facts about those tempting objects, you might seize the Hallows as I did, at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons. If you laid hands on them, I wanted you to possess them safely. You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.”

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

In this gripping conclusion to the Harry Potter series, readers are taken on a thrilling journey as Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley embark on their final mission to destroy Voldemort's horcruxes. The novel is filled with suspense, heart-wrenching moments, and profound revelations about the magical world and its inhabitants. As the trio faces numerous challenges and the ultimate confrontation with Voldemort, the story delves into themes of sacrifice, the power of love, and the enduring strength of friendship. more

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