Archive from 1899: a visit of Mr. Peverell(14)
“What did you just say, Albus? I don’t want to see him every day.” Aberforth screamed.
“Even if it meant to be Every Day henceforth. We have no reason to reject Mrs. Bagshot.” Albus said.
“I prefer to teach myself on my own.” Gellert said gratefully, “but if you’re honestly interested, I’ve been searching for Deathly Hallows.”
“The Resurrection Stone… is what you led us here for?” Albus could see, Gellert had been toiling through that fascinating myth, yet Horcrux was once a temptation for him, too.
“Partly of, I'll use it for something–”
Douglas broke up this conversation as it squeaked frightenedly. It had found the book they were looking for, but the book suddenly came on fire, then the hissing flame roared through Douglas’ s wings.
“Who are there!” Gellert shouted. They all sensed an obscure darkness, the tremulous wind whistled through the dungeon, looked as if it was fleeing away from unknown horrors.
“Even if it meant to be Every Day henceforth. We have no reason to reject Mrs. Bagshot.” Albus said.
“I prefer to teach myself on my own.” Gellert said gratefully, “but if you’re honestly interested, I’ve been searching for Deathly Hallows.”
“The Resurrection Stone… is what you led us here for?” Albus could see, Gellert had been toiling through that fascinating myth, yet Horcrux was once a temptation for him, too.
“Partly of, I'll use it for something–”
Douglas broke up this conversation as it squeaked frightenedly. It had found the book they were looking for, but the book suddenly came on fire, then the hissing flame roared through Douglas’ s wings.
“Who are there!” Gellert shouted. They all sensed an obscure darkness, the tremulous wind whistled through the dungeon, looked as if it was fleeing away from unknown horrors.