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Kreacher vexed, had vanished in a puff of black smoke before anyone could stop the old house elf. "Ron! What did you do? We were getting an explanation! Who is going to explain right now?" said Harry.
Ron shrugged. "It'll be easy to verify if he was just pulling your leg, let's see if the tombs he has mentioned have been recently touched".
Harry: "I'm the chief auror in the area, if anyone had disturbed a wizard cemetary, I believe that I would have learned the news and no one said a word."
Ron: "It could be too early, Aberforth has been buried only a few days ago."
Harry: "Hermione is our prime Minister and Kreacher implied that the Ministry knew everything, maybe we should begin by her."

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Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by garden hours,
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessing, not your troubles.
Count your age by friends, not by years.