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to keep talking, but the memories of what had come out of Voldemort’s wand were flooding into his mind. He could see Cedric emerging, see the old man, Bertha Jorkins … his father . . . his mother . .
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??He was glad when Sirius broke the silence.
??”The wands connected?” he said, looking from Harry to Dumbledore. “Why?”
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??”Priori Incantatem,” he muttered.
??His eyes gazed into Harry’s and it was almost as though an invisible beam of understanding shot between them.
??”The Reverse Spell effect?” said Sirius sharply.
??”Exactly,” said Dumbledore. “Harry’s wand and Voldemorts wand share cores. Each of them contains a feather from the tail of the same phoenix. This phoenix,Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire240, in fact,beats by dre,book burn.,” he added,dr dre headphones, and he pointed at the scarlet-and-gold bird, perching peacefully on Harry’s knee.
??”My wand’s feather came from Fawkes?” Harry said, amazed.
??”Yes,” said Dumbledore. “Mr. Ollivander wrote to tell me you had bought the second wand, the moment you left his shop four years ago.”
??”So what happens when a wand meets its brother?” said Sirius.
??”They will not work properly against each other,” said Dumbledore. “If, however, the owners of the wands force the wands to do battle … a very rare effect will take place.
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??”Which means,” said Dumbledore slowly, his eyes upon Harry’s face, “that some form of Cedric must have reappeared.”
??Harry nodded again.
??”Diggory came back to life?” said Sirius sharply.
??”No spell can reawaken the dead,” said Dumbledore heavily. “All that would have happened is a kind of reverse echo. A shadow of the living Cedric would have emerged from the wand . . . am I correct, Harry?”
??”He spoke to me,” Harry said. He was suddenly shaking again. “The . . . the ghost Cedric, or whatever he was, spoke.”
??”An echo,” said Dumbledore, “which retained Cedric’s appearance and character. I am guessing other such forms appeared . . . less recent victims of Voldemort’s wand….”
??”An old man,” Harry said, his throat still constricted. “Bertha Jorkins. And . . .”
??”Your parents?” said Dumbledore quietly.
??”Yes,” said Harry.
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