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Snape returned ten minutes later. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
'I've been better,' said Dumbledore weakly, though the corners of his mouth twitched. That potion ... was no health drink ..."
"This is the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Flourish and Blotts?"
'A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where.'
'No matter,' said Dumbledore, 'I can assist you again.'
"What sort of time do you call this?"
Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga. Keeping his face as immobile and his voice as indifferent as he could, he asked, "How come?"
'I take you with me on one condition: that you obey any command I might give you at once, and without question.'
true; fear was one emotion he was not feeling at all. 'Which Horcrux is it? Where is it?'
"I rather think," said Dumbledore, putting his uninjured hand inside his robes and drawing out a short silver knife of the kind Harry used to chop potion ingredients, "that we are required to make payment to pass."
"You swore, did you not, to follow any command I gave you?"
Harry stuffed a bent card into the box at random and hurried out of the door before Snape could change his mind, racing back up the stone steps, straining his ears to hear a sound from the pitch, but all was quiet. ... It was over, then. . . .
Harry stared into the whitened face he knew so well, at the crooked nose and half-moon spectacles, and did not know what to do.
If I talked to him first —
enchantments. He watched as Dumbledore continued to revolve on the spot, evidently concentrating on things Harry could not see. "This is merely the antechamber, the entrance hall," said Dumbledore after a moment or two. "We need to penetrate the inner place. . . . Now it is Lord Voldemort's obstacles that stand in our way, rather than those nature made. . . ."
But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumble-dore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world.。