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The Polyjuice Potion
"Yourbird-Icouldn’tdoanything-hejustcaughtfire—"
ToHarry’sastonishment,Dumbledoresmiled.
"Abouttime,too,"hesaid."He’sbeenlookingdreadfulfordays;I’vebeentellinghimtogetamoveon."
HechuckledatthestunnedlookonHarry’sface.
"Fawkesisaphoenix,Harry. Phoenixesburstintoflamewhenitistimeforthemtodieandarerebornfromtheashes. Watchhim..."
Harrylookeddownintimetoseeatiny,wrinkled,newbornbirdpokeitsheadoutoftheashes. Itwasquiteasuglyastheoldone.
"It’sashameyouhadtoseehimonaBurningDay,"saidDumbledore,seatinghimselfbehindhisdesk. "He’sreallyveryhandsomemostofthetime,wonderfulredandgoldplumage. Fascinatingcreatures,phoenixes. Theycancarryimmenselyheavyloads,theirtearshavehealingpowers,andtheymakehighlyfaithfulpets."
IntheshockofFawkescatchingfire,Harryhadforgottenwhathewastherefor, butitallcamebacktohimasDumbledoresettledhimselfinthehighchairbehindthedeskandfixedHarrywithhispenetrating,light-bluestare.
BeforeDumbledorecouldspeakanotherword,however,thedooroftheofficeflewopenwithanalmightybangandHagridburstin, awildlookinhiseyes,hisbalaclavaperchedontopofhisshaggyblackheadandthedeadroosterstillswingingfromhishand.
"Itwasn’Harry,ProfessorDumbledore!"saidHagridurgently.