Dumbledore never did anything on a lark. His actions had purpose. No doubt these odd objects he bequeathed to Harry, Ron and Hermione will come in handy some day. And it won't be until they need them that they will understand the purpose.
That's my prediction anyway.
Schemegour sure knows how to crash a party.
"May I see your invitation?" I would've said.
"Do you know who I am?" Schemegour would've said in his most offended voice possible.
"Yes," I would've gladly admitted. "That's why I'm asking."
The matter of the sword of Godric Gryffindor is interesting. Harry, I'm guessing, will get his hands on it at some point.
Quite the back and forth between Harry and Schemegour about the sword. When Harry fires back about the minister earning some respect, well, that was exciting. Then Harry tells the minister he doesn't like his methods. The gloves are off.
This guy should to go back to the ministry and hang out with Umbridge. Schemegour and the High Instigator ought to just do a puzzle or something and stay out of everyone else's business. Hope they fight over who gets to place the last piece.
I don't recall any gifts I received on my 17th birthday. That was 1981. It was a Friday, so I probably played in a basketball game that night. The next night, if there wasn't a game, we probably went out to eat.
I certainly didn't open a Deluminator, The Tales of Beedle the Bard or an old Snitch. Can't say I feel cheated. For now, they can make it dark, try to figure out what "I open at the close" means that was written on the Snitch and catch up on some missed childhood reading.
Lights out. There's a wedding tomorrow.
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