CHAPTER TWELVE
and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run
across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on
dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don’t you put
that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?”
Harry stood up.
“Sir — Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?”
“Obviously, you’ve just done so,” Dumbledore smiled. “You may
ask me one more thing, however.”
“What do you see when you look in the mirror?”
“I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.”
Harry stared.
“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “An-
other Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair.
People will insist on giving me books.”
It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that
Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he
thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a
personal question.
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