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"... and now Voldemort is at large in the wizarding community," Dumbledore finished his summary of magical history.
"Well, I have to say, your Voldemort doesn't seem as powerful as Galbatorix," said Eragon.
"And why would you say that?"
"Moldyvort doesn't have a massive, ancient dragon on his side."
Dumbledore gave a light chuckle. "It's 'Voldemort'."
"Ah. So what's the plan?"
"I was thinking that you should stay here as a student. You can stay in Gryffindor, in year six. It just so happens that there is a boy there who could use your friendship. And," he added, "your protection. He has a habit of getting into trouble."
"I would be most honoured to do so, but what of Saphira?"
"Hmm... I doubt she would fit in the dormitory, but our gamekeeper, Hagrid, can find a place in the forest for her to sleep, and our corridors are quite large so she can follow you to lessons during the day."
"Lessons?"
"If you want to participate in the lessons, you are welcome to do so."
"I would love to. If I do, maybe I can gather some information on defeating Galbatorix, though I'm afraid I probably won't know much of your magic."
"Actually, there is a girl who is quite capable of getting you up to speed."
"Yes, he will do lessons," Saphira interjected.
"Saphira!" Eragon exclaimed, speaking out loud for Dumbledore's benefit, "That's not your decision to make!"
Saphira sniffed. "Why not? We live in each other's heads as much as we do our own, and besides, you were taking too long," turning to Dumbledore she repeated, "He will do the lessons. Now, I am hungry, and I am going to hunt."
"there is a forest just over there," said Dumbledore, "Knock yourself out."
Saphira growled. "Why would I do such an idiotically human thing?"
"Oh, no, it's just- never mind. Eat us much as you want. Just avoid the centaurs. They don't take kindly to being eaten."
As Saphira took off, he turned to Eragon. "Follow me; I'll take you to your new home."
With mild apprehension, the young Rider followed the old wizard.
As they wound their way through the massive castle, Eragon noticed with some amusement that the people in the portraits moved a lot more than portraits were supposed to. After a particular painting of a fat knight brandishing a sword, a thought occurred to him.
"Where am I going to practice sword-fighting?"
"Oh, you'll find our grounds to be large enough to accommodate sparring," Dumbledore said cheerfully. That man was far to cheerful for his own good.
"Here we are," said Dumbledore, "Will Saphira be able to find?"
Eragon nodded, tapping the side of his head to show that he meant his mental link with his dragon.
"All right then. Welcome to the Gryffindor common room," said the head master, and the portrait swung open...
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