Potterwassilent.

“Letmerephrasethat.Willyoubeabletogetupeverymandpushthroughdiffiult,almosthopelesssituations?Willyoubealrightdiggingthroughpeople’spersonallivesinanimpersonalway,oftentimesmakingthemunomfortable,evenausingthempain?Willyoudothatifitwillhelpyoureahyourultimateobjetive?”Igoraleanedforwardandheldhisstare.Willyouwearfshingholidayjumpersifitmeans…Shefrowned.“Willyougiveeverythingtosavethelifeofthepersonyou’retaskedtofind?”

“Yes,”Pottersaid.

“Yestowhih?”

“Allofit,”hepursedhislips.“Itisn’taboutme.”

Thereitwas.Igorasighedandsatbak.SotheulminationofherlegaywouldbetakingthegreatHarryPotterunderherwing.“You’regoingtoenduptransferringoutbytheholidays.”

Hesmiled,“Ireallydon’tthinkIwill.”

Sheeyedhim.“You’llhavelongnights,earlyms.IfyoukeepyourLondonaddress,theommutewillwearonyou.”

“I’llgetafthere,”henodded.

“Yourpersonalretionshipswillsuffer,”shestated.Sheshothimaoysmile.“Youwon’tseemuhofyourboyfriend.”

Harrydidn’tblink.“He’saworkaholi,too.”Aseondwentbyandthenhe’drealizedwhathe’dsaid.“Hangon,howdoyouknowaboutthat?”

Ignora’ssmilewidened.“Ihaveeyes,”shesaid.“EvenifIdidn’t,allEdinburghtalkedaboutstweekwasHarryPotter’stripandhisverypubliargumentswithDraoMalfoy.”Shewinked.“Andyourpoorfashionhoieswhih,”shenoddedandlookeddownathispinbksuitandtie,“I’mgdtoseetodayaresolidfabris.”

IarusSabletonstoodintheAtriumpretendingtolistentoBastienQueensbury’spieringompints.Onsomelevel,hewasgratefulforhisreenttimespentwithaMLaggenasitinreasedhispatienethreshold.

“—andwe’veinstitutedseveralnewinter-departmentalmandatesthatrequireyourfullooperationinthesematters.Iwon’tloseanotherareer-makingasebeauseofyouriude!”QueensburygredatIarus.“Areyoulistening?”

“No,”herepliedandturnedhisheadatthesightofUnspeakableMalfoy.“Exuseme.”Iarusfollowedtheblondandjoinedhiminthelift.Onethedoorslosed,heturnedandasked,“StillnourgetojointheEleven?”

Malfoyslowlyturnedandstaredathim.“No,Ishouldthinknot.”

Iarusshookhishead.“You’rethefirstpersontouseoneoftheTimepieeswhohasn’tbeendrawninbythepower.”He’dwonderedattheeaseinwhihMalfoyhadsimplyhandedtheTimepieebak,tersubmittinghimselftotestingforthePandoraproblem.“Youdon’tfeelompelledtouseitagain?”

“I—Ithoughtmaybe,”Malfoystaredattheliftdoorsandfrowned.“ButwhatwouldIwanttomesswithtimefor?ThewayIseeit,I’mquitehappyinthepresent.”

TheansweralmostsatisfiedIarus,buthestilldidn’tquiteknowifMalfoyouldbetrusted.TheIniquitousEleven—ortheTen,astheywereapersonshortfortheforeseeablefuture—wererumoredtobedividedonhowtoproeedwithhoosingarepementforZivantus.SomeviewedMalfoyastheheirapparentsineZivantusfreelygiftedtheTimepieetohim.Othershadtheirownideasaboutwhotheshouldbe.Butontheotherhand,rumorsoftheMinistryrakingdownonwaywarddepartmentsmeanttheeyesthatknewtolookattheEleven—orTen—weregoingtobeveryiedintheeventsthathadreentlytranspired.Thegroupmightnotholdasmuhpowerasthey’dliketobelieve.Well,apartfromtheirautorationtrolofTime.Itwouldbeadieypathgoingforwardforallparties.Iaruswonderediftheblondouldprovetobegreatallyintheomingdaysofhange.

TheliftreahedtheDepartmentofMysteriesandMalfoyexitedtowardhisoffie.“Youhavequitethelevelhead,Malfoy,”Iarussaid.

Hewasansweringtheotherman’sstatement,butalsoouldn’thelpbutthinkofMalfoy’ssuggestiontheweekbeforeduringhisdebrief.Heouldn’tfetthemomentMalfoyhadpulledahandkerhieffromhispoketandsliditarossthetable.“I’vesavedsomeoftheinquollisaniorpusleaves.”He’daddedratherominously,“ShouldtheMinistryeverfindthemselvesinasimirlydiresituation.”

IarushadbeenshokedtofindoutthatMalfoyknewaboutoneoftheDepartment’sbiggestandarguablybestkeptserets.Onlysevenotherpeopleknewofit,andIarusstillhadn’tdisernedifMalfoyhadfigureditoutonhisownorifhe’dbeentoldforsomespeifireason.Whenhe’dfinishedwithMalfoyandPotter,IarushadwalkedtheCharm-SealedleavesofthepntinquestiontoaspeifishelfinTheRoomofThingsthatAreFotten,Misped,Unused,andCertainlyDon’tExist.

He’dhadtopassseveraldozenrowsandquiteafewreognizableobjetsthatstoodoutamongthepilesofthegerous,theunwanted,andthebroken.HeaughtsightoftheMirrorofErised,theCloakofDramatiBillowing,thePensieveofBrokenMemories,butdeidedtoputwhatwasleftoftheSoul-Cathernearsomebitoffleshinajarhe’dlongsuspetedtobeVoldemort’snose.

Epilogue

“Aswe’veseen,theursesareradiallydifferentfromeahotherbutretedinthattheyeahpertaintoaspeifiGreekmythos.”Hermionestaredatherwallofnotes.Aftertwoweeksofwork,thousandsofpagesofAGreektexts,hundredsofsrollsdepitingdifferentmyths,andfourveryhaughty,flirtatiousmembersoftheGreianGhostSoiety,HermionehadfiguredoutabsolutelynothingabouttheursesontainedwithinPandora’sBox.“Merlin,”shesighedandolpsedintoanearbyarmhair.Theroomwasbarrensaveforthergetablethatstoodlutteredwithbooks,parhments,takeawayboxes,andtheverymysteriousiteminquestion.

Shestaredattheintriatesilverboxontheonferenetable.Every

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