Heade Hummingbird and Passionflowers

Heade Hummingbird and PassionflowersMonet View At Rouelles, Le HavreMonet Camille At The WindowMonet Landscape With Thunderstorm
Harry stood quite still, eyes glazed, watching the place where a bright gold ray of dazzling sun was rising over the horizon. Then he looked down at his clean hands and was momentarily surprised to see the cloth he was holding in them. He set it down and returned to the hall, and as he did so, he felt his scar pulse angrily, and then flashed across his mind, swift as the reflection of a dragonfly over water, the outline of a building he knew extremely well.
　　　"I'm sorry," he said without heat, "but it can't wait. I need to talk to them now. Privately – and separately. It's urgent." 　　　"Harry, what the hell's going on?" asked Bill. "You turn up here with a dead house-elf and a half-conscious goblin, Hermione looks as
Bill and Fleur were standing at the foot of the stairs.

"I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander," Harry said.

"No," said Fleur. "You will ‘ave to wait, ‘Arry. Zey are both too tired –"