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data/chapter/108.html-intelligent conversation. After fifty years of being surrounded by
data/chapter/108.html-gibbering stupidity, I no longer cared whether my reaction might be
data/chapter/108.html-considered a literary cliche. I was not about to pass up on that
data/chapter/108.html-opportunity without thinking about it first. And then, you see, I
data/chapter/108.html-had a <em>clever idea</em>." Professor Quirrell sighed. "It
data/chapter/108.html:occurred to me how I might fulfill the Prophecy my own way, to my
data/chapter/108.html-own benefit. I would mark the baby as my equal by casting the old
data/chapter/108.html-horcrux spell in such fashion as to imprint my own spirit onto the
data/chapter/108.html-baby's blank slate; it would be a purer copy of myself, since there
data/chapter/108.html-would be no old self to mix with the new. In some years, when I had
data/chapter/108.html-become bored with ruling Britain and moved on to other things, I
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data/chapter/110.html-ridiculous. So tell me. Were you forewarned of the result, that
data/chapter/110.html-night of All Hallow's Eve when I was vanquished for a time?"</p>
data/chapter/110.html-<p>"I knew," said Albus Dumbledore, his voice low and cold. "For
data/chapter/110.html-that, I accept responsibility, which is something you will never
data/chapter/110.html-understand."</p>
data/chapter/110.html:<p>"You arranged for Severus Snape to hear the Prophecy that he
data/chapter/110.html-brought to me."</p>
data/chapter/110.html-<p>"I allowed it to happen," said Albus Dumbledore.</p>
data/chapter/110.html-<p>"And there I was, all excited at having finally gained my own
data/chapter/110.html-foreknowledge." Professor Quirrell shook his head as though in
data/chapter/110.html-sadness. "So the great hero Dumbledore sacrificed his unwitting
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data/chapter/112.html-heard prophecy sspoken that you would become force of vasst
data/chapter/112.html-desstruction. You would become threat beyond imagination, beyond
data/chapter/112.html-apocalypsse. That iss why I went to ssuch lengthss to undo my
data/chapter/112.html-killing of girl-child, keep it undone."</em></p>
data/chapter/112.html-<p>"Are," what "are you sure," what.</p>
data/chapter/112.html:<p>"<em>Dare not ssay sspecificss to you. Prophecy I heard of
data/chapter/112.html-mysself led me to fulfill it. Have not forgotten that
data/chapter/112.html-dissasster.</em>" Voldemort backed further away from Harry, red
data/chapter/112.html-slitted eyes fixed upon the Boy-Who-Lived, gun unwavering in the
data/chapter/112.html-left hand. "<em>All thiss, all I have done, iss to ssmassh that
data/chapter/112.html-desstiny at every point of intervention. If ssome fate makess me
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data/chapter/86.html-Potter's childhood as a heap of firewood, and herself and Albus
data/chapter/86.html-feeding the wooden branches, piece by piece, into the flames.</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>"Prophecies are strange things," said Albus Dumbledore. The old
data/chapter/86.html-wizard's eyes were half-lidded, as though in weariness. "Vague,
data/chapter/86.html-unclear, meaning escaping like water held between loose fingers.
data/chapter/86.html:Prophecy is ever a burden, for there are no answers there, only
data/chapter/86.html-questions."</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Harry Potter was sitting tensely. "Headmaster Dumbledore," said
data/chapter/86.html-the boy with soft precision, "my friends are being targeted.
data/chapter/86.html-Hermione Granger almost went to Azkaban. The war has begun, as you
data/chapter/86.html-put it. Professor Trelawney's prophecy is key information for
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data/chapter/86.html-<p>"Such as the Defense Professor," Severus said with a thin smile.
data/chapter/86.html-"I suppose I must agree that he is a suspect. It was the Defense
data/chapter/86.html-Professor last year, after all; and the year before that, and the
data/chapter/86.html-year before <em>that</em>."</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Harry's eyes dropped back to the parchment in his lap. "Let's
data/chapter/86.html:move on. Are we <em>certain</em> that this Prophecy is accurate?
data/chapter/86.html-Nobody messed with Professor McGonagall's memory, maybe edited or
data/chapter/86.html-subtracted a line?"</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Albus paused, then spoke slowly. "There is a great spell laid
data/chapter/86.html-over Britain, recording every prophecy said within our borders. Far
data/chapter/86.html-beneath the Most Ancient Hall of the Wizengamot, in the Department
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data/chapter/86.html-subtracted a line?"</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Albus paused, then spoke slowly. "There is a great spell laid
data/chapter/86.html-over Britain, recording every prophecy said within our borders. Far
data/chapter/86.html-beneath the Most Ancient Hall of the Wizengamot, in the Department
data/chapter/86.html-of Mysteries, they are recorded."</p>
data/chapter/86.html:<p>"The Hall of Prophecy," Minerva whispered. She'd read about that
data/chapter/86.html-place, said to be a great room of shelves filled with glowing orbs,
data/chapter/86.html-one after another appearing over the years. Merlin himself had
data/chapter/86.html-wrought it, it was said; the greatest wizard's final slap to the
data/chapter/86.html-face of Fate. Not all prophecies conduced to the good; and Merlin
data/chapter/86.html-had wished for at least those spoken of in prophecy, to know what
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data/chapter/86.html-wonder (now that she'd spent a few months around Mr. Potter) how
data/chapter/86.html-anyone could possibly <em>know</em> that; but she also knew better
data/chapter/86.html-than to ask Albus, in case Albus tried to tell her. Minerva firmly
data/chapter/86.html-believed that you only ought to worry about Time if you were a
data/chapter/86.html-clock.</p>
data/chapter/86.html:<p>"The Hall of Prophecy," Albus confirmed lowly. "Those who are
data/chapter/86.html-spoken of in a prophecy, may listen to that prophecy there. Do you
data/chapter/86.html-see the implication, Harry?"</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Harry frowned. "Well, I could listen to it, or the Dark Lord...
data/chapter/86.html-oh, my <em>parents</em>. Those who had thrice defied him. They were
data/chapter/86.html-also mentioned in the prophecy, so they could hear the
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data/chapter/86.html-of the Dark Lord being stupid... but maybe not 100:1. You couldn't
data/chapter/86.html-actually say that 'The Dark Lord instantly wins' had a probability
data/chapter/86.html-of <em>more</em> than 99 percent, assuming the Dark Lord started
data/chapter/86.html-out smart; the sum over all possible excuses would be more than
data/chapter/86.html-.01.</p>
data/chapter/86.html:<p>And then there was the Prophecy... which might or might not have
data/chapter/86.html-<em>originally</em> included a line about how Lord Voldemort would
data/chapter/86.html-<em>immediately</em> die if he confronted the Potters. Which Albus
data/chapter/86.html-Dumbledore had then edited in Professor McGonagall's memory, in
data/chapter/86.html-order to lure Lord Voldemort to his doom. If there <em>was</em> no
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data/chapter/86.html-<em>originally</em> included a line about how Lord Voldemort would
data/chapter/86.html-<em>immediately</em> die if he confronted the Potters. Which Albus
data/chapter/86.html-Dumbledore had then edited in Professor McGonagall's memory, in
data/chapter/86.html-order to lure Lord Voldemort to his doom. If there <em>was</em> no
data/chapter/86.html:such line, the Prophecy did sound <em>somewhat</em> more like
data/chapter/86.html-You-Know-Who and the Boy-Who-Lived were destined to have some later
data/chapter/86.html-confrontation. But in <em>that</em> case, it was less likely that
data/chapter/86.html-Dumbledore would've come up with a plausible-sounding excuse not to
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data/chapter/86.html-You-Know-Who and the Boy-Who-Lived were destined to have some later
data/chapter/86.html-confrontation. But in <em>that</em> case, it was less likely that
data/chapter/86.html-Dumbledore would've come up with a plausible-sounding excuse not to
data/chapter/86.html:take Harry to the Hall of Prophecy...</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>Harry was wondering if he could even <em>get</em> a Bayesian
data/chapter/86.html-calculation out of this. Of course, the point of a subjective
data/chapter/86.html-Bayesian calculation wasn't that, after you made up a bunch of
data/chapter/86.html-numbers, multiplying them out would give you an exactly right
data/chapter/86.html-answer. The real point was that the <em>process</em> of making up
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data/chapter/86.html-<p><em>Shut up. Overruled.</em></p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>It wasn't something that Harry could <em>actually</em> bring
data/chapter/86.html-himself to deny. He took one suggestion from his Slytherin side,
data/chapter/86.html-and that was it.</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>"Will you tell me <em>exactly</em> how you came to learn about
data/chapter/86.html:the Prophecy?" Harry said. "I'm sorry to make this a trade, I
data/chapter/86.html-<em>will</em> tell you afterward, only, it could be really
data/chapter/86.html-important -"</p>
data/chapter/86.html-<p>"There is little to say. I had come to be interviewed by the
data/chapter/86.html-Deputy Headmistress for the position of Potions Master, and so I
data/chapter/86.html-was waiting outside the room of the Hog's Head Inn when the