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“I don’t know, Gellert.” Try though he might, Albus cannot keep his voice from wavering. “They’re called Unforgivables for a reason.”
Gellert chuckles. “Called by whom? Men who feared their power in the wrong hands.” He caresses the spellbook, setting Albus trembling anew. “Not our hands, my friend.”
“But—”
Before he can finish the thought, Gellert stands behind him. “To reshape the world,” he whispers, breath hot against Albus’s ear, “we must learn all the tools at our disposal.”
Later, Albus will marvel at the similarities between this surrender and the Imperius. For now, he simply nods. “Show me.”