Caravaggio Rest on Flight to Egypt

Caravaggio Rest on Flight to EgyptPerrault The MirrorPerrault Jeune mere et enfant endormiePerrault La Fille Du Bucheron
Harry, we want to help you!" Luna whispered.

"We can't leave you here," said Dean.

"Go, both of you! We'll see you at Bill and Fleur's."
"Go!" Harry beseeched to Luna and Dean. "Go! We'll follow, just go!" 　　　They caught hold of the elf's outstretched fingers. There was another loud crack, and Dobby, Luna, Dean, and Ollivander vanished.
　　　As Harry spoke, his scar burned worse than ever, and for a few seconds he looked down, not upon the wandmaker, but on another man who was just as old, just as thin, but laughing scornfully.

　　　"Kill me, then. Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek. . . . There is so much you do not understand. . ."

　　　He felt Voldemort's fury, but as Hermione screamed again he shut it out, returning to the cellar and the horror of his own present.