Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J K Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J K Rowling
It all comes down to this - a final faceoff between good and evil.
You plan to pull out all the stops, but every time you solve one mystery, three more evolve. Do you stay the course you started, despite your lack of progress?
Do you detour and follow a new lead that may not help?
Do you listen to your instincts, or your friends?
Lord Voldemort is preparing for battle and so must Harry.
With Ron and Hermione at his side, hes trying to hunt down Voldemorts Horcruxes, escape danger at every turn, and find a way to defeat evil once and for all.
How does it all end?
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“News?” asked the taller of the two.
“The best,” replied Severus Snape.
The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The men’s long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched.
“Thought I might be late,” said Yaxley, his blunt features sliding in and out of sight as the branches of overhanging trees broke the moonlight. “It was a little trickier than I expected. But I hope he will be satisfied. You sound confident that your reception will be good?”
Snape nodded, but did not elaborate. They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men’s way. Neither of them broke step: In silence both raised their left arms in a kind of salute and passed straight through, as though the dark metal were smoke.
The yew hedges muffled the sound of the men’s footsteps. There was a rustle somewhere to their right: Yaxley drew his wand again, pointing it over his companion’s head, but the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, strutting majestically along the top of the hedge.
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