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"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore instended to die, undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"
new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance . . ."
　　　"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice shook with malicious pleasure. "I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against the last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

　　　"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard . . . The Elder Wand recognized a

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It’s impossible to resist dessert, especially if it comes in neat individual servings that you don’t have to share. What makes these cupcakes even sweeter (beyond the rich and creamy frosting)? They put yesterday’s mashed sweet potatoes to excellent use.Marry all the cheesy deliciousness of enchiladas with your leftovers. Cranberry relish mellows the spiciness of the enchilada sauce (while still keeping some of the zip), and turkey and veggies from your freezer make a great filling.
You can bake the whole thing in about 20 minutes, and it’s guaranteed to dazzle the crowd.
Two cups of the stuff replaces the canned potatoes in this easy cupcake Stirblues with comfort food at its finest -- and put that heap of mashed potatoes in your fridge to good use. Pile the mash on top of ground beef and veggies and sprinkle cheddar cheese on top.
The quick dinner (or midnight snack?) is ready in less than 20 minutes, and it’s sure to make even the pickiest guest happy. 5. Layered Turkey Enchiladas

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I try not to either," said Ron. "Well, happy birthday anyway."

"Wow -- that's right, I forgot! I'm seventeen!"

　　　Harry seized the wand lying beside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses, and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

"Slick," snorted Ron.

　　　Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron's possessions flying around the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up and flutter excitedly around his cage. Harry also tried tying the laces of his trainers by magic (the resultant knot took several minutes to untie by hand) and, purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron's Chudley Cannons posters bright blue.

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project". As a result, they sought ethical satisfactions in the oldest of the grand narratives, that is, religious faith. "But these narratives are being manipulated by the theocracy and various political elements in an entirely retrogressive way." Bhupen said: "We can't deny the ubiquity of faith. If we write in such a way as to pre-judge such belief as in some way deluded or false, then are we not guilty of elitism, of imposing our world-view on the masses?" Swatilekha was scornful. "Battle lines are being drawn up in India today," she cried. "Secular versus rational, the light versus the dark. Better you choose which side you are on."
Bhupen got up, angrily, to go. Zeeny pacified him: "We can't afford schisms. There's planning to be done." He sat down again, and Swatilekha kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry," she said. "Too much education, George always says. In fact, I loved the poems. I was only arguing a case." Bhupen, mollified, pretended to punch her on the nose; the crisis passed.

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faith in an act of desperation, hoping that changing to a Muslim name would do him more good than earlier re-namings, for example when untouchables were renamed "children of God". As a child of God in Chatnapatna he had not been permitted to draw water from the town well, because the touch of an outcaste would have polluted the drinking water. . Landless and, like Ayesha, an orphan, Osman earned his living as a clown. His bullock wore bright red paper cones over its horns and much tinselly drapery over its nose and back. He went from village to village performing an act, at and other celebrations, in which the bullock was his essential partner and foil, nodding in answer to his questions, one nod for no, twice for yes.
"Isn't this a nice village we've come to?" Osman would ask.
Boom, the bullock disagreed.
"It isn't? Oh yes it is. Look: aren't the people good?"