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The man ignored him. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, glass sphere. It was not a Prophecy orb—Harry had seen those in the Department of Mysteries. This was smaller, more personal. Inside it swirled a silver smoke that formed shapes: a stag, a flash of green light, a pair of round glasses.

Harry was already on his feet. His hand had moved to his hip, where his wand should have been, but it was upstairs, tucked under his pillow. Stupid. Careless. harry potter audiobook original

“Harry Potter,” said the man. His voice was low, dry, and carried the weight of old libraries and older secrets. “You are not easy to find when you wish to be left alone.” The man ignored him

“That’s not normal,” she whispered. This was smaller, more personal

Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?”

Harry’s scar seared. White-hot. He staggered, and Ron caught his arm.

The flames twisted inward, forming a column. And from that column stepped a figure. It was not a ghost—ghosts were pearlescent and sad. This was something else. It was a tall, gaunt man with hair so white it looked like spun ice, and eyes that were two different colors: one a piercing blue, the other a dark, empty brown. He wore travelling robes of deep grey, dusted with soot and starlight.