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The Following are a series of summaries I have written to help me learn some words for this test. I warn you.... they do not make sense in many many instances. But they get the job done for me.
Summary 1
The story of Harry Potter is really the story of the virulent Voldemort as well as the nascent hero Harry. Voldemort and Harry could not be two more disparate characters, yet their origins have similarities.
Tom Riddle’s austere orphanage imparted a perfunctory feeling of ennui in the gifted boy until the seemingly anachronistic Dumbledore appeared one day and asked to speak with him. After moments of discussion, Tom realized the man was more erudite than he appeared. His perspicacious mind was quick to appreciate Dumbledore’s veracity as he unveiled the magical world Tom needed no assuaging he was truly a part of. Up until that moment, Tom was extemporaneously trying to understand his nebulous ability. However, the neologisms of these wizarding people were tortuous.
Despite the reticent and laconic exterior, Tom had a perpetually exigent need to pursue chicanery and was irascible with the other children in a way that was prescient of his future truculence. He was adept at prevaricating himself to those that ran the orphanage.
Once in Hogwarts, Tom sought a new identity not as the perfidious child he once was, but as the intelligent, magnanimous boy of dour fortunes. Tom was lauded as gifted by all but one teacher, Dumbledore who fortunately saw no need to fulminate everything Tom had worked for. In no time, Tom had the teachers singing a paean for him.
Only Dumbledore could see through to Tom’s ultimately noxious will. However, he did not have the same acidulous effrontery he once had when Dumbledore received him, having been inured to do well and work hard obviated the need to disabuse his previous nature to anyone.
After leaving Hogwarts, Tom Marvolo Riddle precipitately exited the spotlight and sought his own form of approbation on his ascent to the acme of his power.
Enter Voldemort.
Summary 2
Following the caustic death of Dumbledore, Harry was deeply contrite about being unable to somehow force himself to move and to do anything to defend Dumbledore from Snape. However, he had remained forcibly quiescent and there was no cogent reason to think he could have done anything about it. Yet, he ascetically denied his rational mind and self-castigated himself believing and knowing that a more studiously intransigent wizard might have been capable of overcoming the spell.
One thing that struck Harry about Snape’s harangue that night was that he was still didactically trying to get Harry to close his mind. Maybe he thought he was being facetious with him… playing with his kill. Harry had to be wrong! Snape was obviously a pious follower of Voldemort, with avarice for the power Voldemort possessed and wouldn’t demur him by giving any sort of pedagogical guidance, even for the fun of it. The esoteric intentions of Severus Snape were ever still enigmatic.
With a dearth of time before the Order arrived in the bucolic surroundings outside Hagrid’s hut, Snape and Draco made their furtive escape. There was a cacophony coming from the hut- a death eater had set it alight with Fang still inside. Luckily, Hagrid had managed to save him in time.
At Dumbledore’s funeral, the elegy of Fawkes was still singing within him. Rufus Scrimingeur approached him with a morose look on his face. He gave Harry no accolades this time, but in a chary manner tried to inveigle Harry to reveal Dumbledore’s secrets. Scrimingeur made a tart comment about his redoubtable loyalty to Dumbledore before Harry turned and went on his way.
Harry walked on with torpor, wishing that Dumbledore hadn’t quaffed so much of the potion that it weakened him as much as it did. Using only a penurious amount of his prodigious ability would have been enough to dispatch the death eaters. And all of a sudden, Fawkes stopped singing and was gone, forever. The emollient feeling it was providing was gone with the bird. Happiness is short lived, but Harry’s mere contentment is ephemeral.
Harry walked on, preening himself for his own death… with no ebullience about having to meet his destiny.
Summary 3
The all-out war was begun with a fallen soldier: Mad-Eye Moody.
Harry had given Mad-Eye a diatribe of why he did not want his closest friends being dissembled as him. He couldn’t placate any of them that he would be safe enough. The only other person being querulous was Mundungus Fletcher, whose usually bombasticloquacity was replaced by fear. He attempted to be recalcitrant to Moody’s orders, but was subject to tirade and could do nothing else.
The moment the group ascended, the misanthropic death eaters had appeared in a surfeit. Infelicitously, the fearful Mundungus evanescently disapparated and there was nothing occluding Moody from attack. The iconoclast of the Order of the Phoenix was killed.
As the war progresses, the endemic weaknesses of the government are exploited and the Ministry falls to the idolatrous followers of Voldemort. Harry was allocated no moment of halcyon.
But he knew what was germane to winning, which was much more than could be said of those who were dying to preserve the tenuoushegemony for the people. Should it sicken him that the wizarding community obsequiously considered Harry their hero? If they knew what he withheld from them would opprobrium be more appropriate for everybody’s hero? Is the pith of a hero their propensity for mendacity?
Throughout that acrimonious year, the truths of Dumbledore had been spilling out, and the worst parts were not as polemical as they should have been. Harry averred that he was going to find all the Horcruxes, but revelations of Dumbledore’s obdurate past with the evil Grindewald unsettled him. Why should Harry believe that Dumbledore wasn’t being specious with him? Would finding the Deathly Hallows be more salubrious for him to pursue first?
It took the loss of Dobby to make Harry see things in perspective. Conciliating himself, and understanding what is necessary for the greater good seems hackneyed coming from the great Harry Potter… but coming this far finally prepared him to accept his own death for the greater good.
Summary 4
As the battle of Hogwarts began, it became clear that all of those that were willing to fight looked to the intrepid Harry Potter as their neophyte commander. Even the somewhat inimical Aberforth Dumbledore fought for him. Harry’s probity made him want to inform the soldiers that destroying Voldemort was nearly intractable, and that they did not grasp the obfuscated details of it all. However, rarefying the contiguous space of time he had would only serve to desiccate his chances of destroying the final Horcruxes. No. It was tacit that he became the commander of this final legion, and he could afford no more to vacillate mercurially.
The attitude of his soldiers was sedulous. He could not be more proud and afraid. Many were dying, and he could not fight with them. As he witnessed Colin Creevy’s body being carried into the Great Hall, Harry thought back to how glib he was with Colin. It was quixotic for such a young boy to contemplate fighting Death Eaters as if he was Harry Potter himself. For such a garrulously credulous child, he was a hero. Harry had to work hard to keep himself phlegmatic. Otherwise, his fear might get the better of him. Colin’s, Remus’, Tonk’s, and Fred’s deaths were immutable, and he was not yet prosaic. It was time to go.
Walking to his death was nearly quotidian, but this time he knew he had to actually die. His feelings about doing so were variegated. The Gaunt ring gave Harry the final gift of being able walk with a refulgent version of his family guiding the way. They were recondite from all others and gave him the strength to continue.
After mistakenly dropping the ring, Harry realized that he had the strength to continue on his own. Mere moments after revealing himself, Voldemort muttered the magic words “Avada Kedavra” and the last thing he felt was the green light of his wand sending him into some sort of soporific state that he could only assume was death.
Summary 5
In the war against the forces of evil, it was easy to arrest good judgment and obtain that all who are not with you are amongst the fell ranks of Voldemort. Harry could not fathom that either Severus Snape or Narcissa Malfoy would have a greater bent that would work in his favor.
The consequential Narcissa, in particular, was no chauvinist for the nation Voldemort wished to create, even if she wouldn’t dare to essay any action quailing for her son and husband; Voldemort’s fury was a nice one, and any measure of grousing beyond a little wag was not brooked. Her sister, Bellatrix LeStrange, on the other hand did not alloy her scurvy love for her master with that for any other people. It was meet that she was fell for her one love.
The pied actions of these two figures were not born of occult reasoning. They had the pluck to list on the side of love, not so indifferent to Bellatrix after all.
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