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Chapter 2
THE BEST OF THE DARK
BOOKS
He had come too soon, the little book store was not
still open. He does not expect was that he could not afford
of attention.
He sat on a bench across the street. Was
tired, now almost a month had passed since he had left
for the mission. The first part, the most dangerous, was accomplished.
But even now, the mere fact of being in the city, was a risk.
For this was to use Polyjuice Potion. He had
drinking just before the edge of the country to materialize.
He had used the hair of a fat drunk who had Muggle
met the night before. He felt embarrassed and disgusted by
that new look, but it was necessary, was to remain hidden.
He thought of what had happened a few days earlier, when
had? nally found the castle that had been described
? A fortress, as black as night?. According to what he had
learned, Grindelwald had spent the last years of his life
locked in a cell in the highest of the towers. And right there
was found mysteriously dead. Only later did
was found that
Voldemort was just to kill him in his search for
Elder Wand.
But he was looking for something else in that fortress. He struggled
to get them through all the protective spells
scattered throughout the castle, but the? he had made it. Had
in? they discovered that only in his dreams he hoped to find.
He awoke from his thoughts. He pulled out a scruffy newspaper
from the inside pocket of his jacket tight. He did not understand their own
As the muggles could bring clothes so uncomfortable! The newspaper
The Daily Prophet was a few days before. Article
Main him gut-wrenching:
AGREEMENT SIGNED WITH CREATURES
MAGIC
It was? Nally established CIOcCoCreMa (Centre Inter-
Collaboration with Oculata of Magical Creatures).
The announcement was made yesterday by Minister of Magic himself. The
Minister Kingsley told a preview to our newspaper
what? After the recent events we have seen in the United
fighting the dark forces, to confirm the relationship
that must exist between the Wizards and Witches and all other
magical creatures has created this new body?.
Will consist of half and half members of the Ministry
representatives of other magical creatures around the world.
The El? household and the Centaurs have already signed up and soon
joined by representatives of other groups.
To oversee the signing of this important agreement will
u visited? cial to the Ministry the President of Wizards
of America with a large delegation of American Magicians? is
an important step?, said President John Waynegan,
? The U.S. Wizards We will strive to make this
pact is signed in the best way and represents a
advantage for all of us?.
Stopped reading. He was terrified, magicians reduced to the same level
of l? household.
Not only was returned to the state of things prior to
Voldemort's 8, but he went too far. The enthusiasm for
the death of the Dark Lord, so long repressed, had infected
magic the whole population, and a desire to respect and
partnership was entered into the heart of everyone.
Although he, of course, did not think so. Its
pure blood was boiling in his veins.
Began to read. A between? Remembered reading on the bottom of the page
that were under preparation for the start of the new
year at Hogwarts. ? Thanks to the contribution of American Magicians
are they? nally finished rebuilding of our
beloved Hogwarts - page. 4 interview with the headmaster and McGonagall
rumors on the renewed teaching staff? .
He heard a noise from the other side of the road. The
heavy wooden shutters of the shop who was keeping an eye on
opened slowly. On the threshold appeared the silhouette curve
a very old man. Canute, and veined with white skin
as a scroll, did not seem even a magician, after
many years lived among the muggles.
The old man took a few steps, looked left and right
and then returned.
? The time has come? he muttered to himself, putting away the
newspaper and headed for the library.
Inside were books everywhere, some neatly arranged
on maturity? wings, but most stacked in an unstable
in every corner of the room.
? Hello, hello, can I help you? welcomed him on
old from behind the counter.
? Sure. I'll be very useful? said the magician, with a? of the
ill-concealed malice in his voice.
? Cinereus, do not you recognize me?.
The old man seemed to stagger behind the counter. The Potion
Polyjuice had changed the face and body, but its
voice, deep and hoarse, was unmistakable.
? What are you doing here. . . you should not show you around. I. . . I do not
I have nothing to do with you?.
? We need you cinereus?.
? Not say that name, not mine anymore. . . you
you have not yet resigned! Now is it? Nite, we no longer
no hope. We are lucky not to be? Ned for all
Azkaban and if anyone knew who you are. . . ?.
? Just cinereus! We need your expertise. Take the
your things and come with me?.
? Leave me alone! What can I do, I'm just a poor
old. What I believe I do not care, I want to
only go in peace the last years I have left? said
whining.
? Cinereus have no time to lose. Do not make me angry
or me. . . ?.
The old man gave him time to finish the sentence, with a
surprisingly quick motion, pulled the rod
under the counter. But before you can make a spell
cried the other? Expelliarmus?.
The wand flew cinereus against a tall stack of books
making it collapse.
? Start cinereus bad, very bad start? said
the magician through gritted teeth.
He heard footsteps come from the back of the store and a small
elderly woman, still wrapped in a garish robe
burgundy, yes to? lest by a door hidden behind a curtain.
? Who cried? What ever. . . ? when he saw a man pointing
a wand against her husband know? oco barely a cry,
bringing hands to his mouth shocked.
The wizard just deigned to glance at. ? It's all right
cinereus true? kept coming back to? ssare old? Now his
husband will be with me lady. To her the task of make believe
everyone who is bedridden with a serious illness. Are
in a few and we must remain hidden, but do not believe that
we are able to kill an old witch as your wife?.
They stayed for a few moments all still and silent.
? Cinereus Do you understand? said the magician breaking the silence.
? Yes, I understand? surrender the old.
The magician's wand picked it up from the floor and made cinereus
disappear in the interior of the jacket, took the old man's arm
and dematerialization.
The wife dropped into a chair. He had hoped that
everything was? nite. Finally her husband seemed determined
to live in serenity. Now everything was changed, the
again.
It rematerialize within a forest.
? Come on, now we get to the other? said a voice
hoarse starting to walk. The two men walked with difficulty
inside? tta bush. Those places probably
were not visited since time immemorial.
The cold came in the bones. Although it was broad daylight,
a fog? tta enveloped everything. Even chopsticks could
to illuminate more than a few steps forward. Other people do not
would have survived in that environment, would be on it? likely
A sense of oppression, deprived of every spark of vitality.
But both of them and had no Dementors? Pound, their
soul was evil, there was nothing which could be
private.
The cheerfulness and good humor that had fallen across the land
After the epic battle of Hogwarts, had decimated the Dementors.
They were withdrawn in this region where poverty and poverty
already took away all hope in the future. With their arrival the whole
was even worse, no magician with a bit 'of salt
would set foot in this area. But for them it was different,
what had become the best place to hide.
? Here we are? said the magician. Ahead was a rock
on which were engraved with two cross marks. He reached his wand
above the boulder and whispered a few formulas.
? Now we can go, but quickly, spells of protection
reactivate it now?.
? Who do you think we are in this forsaken place. . . and who
should look for? complained cinereus panting.
? Shut up old man! You do not think we considered every eventuality?
? said the magician angry.
Just at that moment stopped and the? Ounce of Polyjuice Potion.
Cinereus were years, from his hiding Muggle,
did not attend to this magic. That body is fat and jolly
contracted up to 8, under his desperate eyes, the gaunt
shape of the magician with whom he had once shared many ideals.
By now they had arrived, but glimpsed the outline of the ruins
only at the last minute, almost invisible between? tta vegetation.
The years of neglect and nature took over.
Climbers, solid like broomsticks, seemed
want to crush the house. Many branches had broken? Windows
and had gone through the roof, blasting most of the
tiles.
They went up three steps and stood in the doorway. At the door
was attached to an antique brass door knocker, ra? gurante head
a small s? nge.
The magician decided knocked three times, and when the echo of the clapper
ceased, the brass's eyes? nge came alive.
They moved lively,? Ssando cinereus first and then come
the magician who had knocked.
? When it is off the sacred fire? said the s? nge in a
whisper.
? Always burns the sacred fire? murmured reverently, the magician.
And while the eyes of the s? Engels returned to close the door
opened up.
They entered the hall that greeted them was huge, too big
than the external dimensions of the house. Of? Windows visible
there was no sign outside, the walls had no openings.
The low light came from a few candles burning
suspended in midair, in the vicinity of the walls all around the
room. On the ground, beneath each, had accumulated a lot of
wax, but the candles were still intact, did not give the idea of
consumed.
At the center of the room a dark wooden table occupied good
side of the room, the three wizards who were sitting there turned
looking forward to them with air.
? I see that you managed to find our dear friend. You
then found what we were looking? began one of the three
magicians in a strange accent.
? Doubted, perhaps? said the magician heading towards them
cinereus badly and pushing forward.
? It was not easy but I made it?.
He pulled out from under the cloak of a bag I? Linked to
with a cord. Lying them went to the table above. The
touched with the wand and the bag disappeared, showing a
shabby old book.
In the eyes of cinereus lit a flare. From his look
apparent in awe and reverence. He'd never thought of
to see that book before he died. During his
life had stumbled upon a few references to its existence, but
thought had disappeared for centuries.
At Hogwarts there was also a copy. But it was a poor
copies, transcribed centuries later in an incomplete manner. Despite
what Dumbledore had wanted to hide it anyway, taking it
from the section of prohibited books. What we had before was
the original volume, apparently intact. Although the
seen only a set of old parchments bound, was tangible
the enormous power that they emanated. The fear was that
grew within him was rapidly giving way to
reminder of that power.
? I see that you recognize the book cinereus. I hope for you
you'll be able to translate? said the magician in his strange
pronunciation.
Cinereus approached? Ssando the cover. With reverence
turned a few pages, touching only the tip of your fingers.
? Then you're capable? to quickly put another magician.
? Slowly, slowly, you have to understand that this book is old
centuries, and the writing used is perhaps even more ancient, non-
I know. . . ?.
But the other interrupted him, shouting and pointing against the
wand. ? Cinereus yes or no?.
? Sure, sure. . . ? cinereus continued trembling? I did not think
still existed, I knew that a transcript later
was preserved in the Library of Hogwarts, but I never
thought to have in our hands the original?.
He was silent a few seconds, returning to observe the
Cover worn.
? More Dark Secrets of the Art?, Is a very dangerous book.
. . ?.
Again, the other would not let him talk? We know!
You only employed to translate, you are just now able to
do?.
? But what you want it, this book is. . . ?.
? Everything in its time cinereus, all in good time?.
Indice 
