The signs Ronbledore has left behind for those who know how to look are not merely in the works of Harry Potter. They are everywhere. You did not see them before you knew how to look; you could not look for them before you were taught how to see.
“Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract. Dumbledore is very, very old with white hair when we first meet him, but when Harry visits a fifty years younger Dumbledore in Riddle’s diary, he is described as having auburn hair. In other words, Dumbledore was once a redhead just like Ron.” – Mrs Whatsit, A Wrinkle In Time
“To attempt an understanding of Ronbledore without understanding his mortal enemies, the Time-Keepers, is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be. Ron makes it very clear on several occasions that he hates the color maroon. Could it be because he will eventually be ‘marooned’ in time?’” – Princess Irulan, Dune
“In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…. I destroy them. The Child of Time can be neither made nor unmade, neither done nor un-done. When will you open your eyes to see? RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY is an anagram for UNCLOCKED TIME MOMENT. Ronbledore is both the product and the channel, both prophet and prophecy. Hogwarts has never existed.” – Ender, Ender’s Game
“For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One Separate Ron and One Separate Dumbledore; that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like the old road to the Ginger Singularity; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you, and whether, at the end, you arrive at the Weasley Quickening or among the priests with their bells and their death and their distinct notion of Albus and hell and damnation…but perhaps I am unjust even to them. Even the Lady of the Mirror of Erised, who hated a priest’s robe as she would have hated a poisonous viper, and with good cause too, chid me once for speaking evil of the Separate Ron.
‘For all the Rons are one Ron,’ she said to me then, as she had said many times before, and as I have said to my own novices many times, and as every priestess who comes after me will say again, ‘and all the Dumbledores are one Dumbledore, and there is only one Time-Turner. And to every man his own truth, and the Ronbledore within.’” – Morgan le Fay, The Mists of Avalon
“Ronbledore is a part of the Time Essence – the Headmaster, the Head, Mastered.”
“Ooh,” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a Head’s Master.”
“…Safe?” said Mr Beaver “Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s a time-traveling Ron Weasley, I tell you.” – The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe
“Now ordinary people are born forwards in Time, if you understand what I mean and nearly everything in the world goes forward too…But I unfortunately was born at the wrong end of time, and I have to live backwards from in front, while surrounded by a lot of people living forwards from behind. Some people call it having second sight. But there is one who shall come after me (by which I mean before). Who do you suppose I am? I am not the One. But a Ronbledore is coming after me, whose sandals I shall not be fit to untie.” – Merlin, The Once And Future King
“The Dúnedain held that even mortal Men, if so blessed, might look upon other times than those of their bodies’ life; and they longed ever to escape from the shadows of their exile and to see in some fashion the light that dies not. This gift was granted only to one among their number. The Son of Time, the Númenóreans named him; Lû-hên the Sindari called his name, Ron of the Bled Door was he called by the men of the Eastern Shores who trembled at his approach, which was always long in coming and was always now. He has never ended, and he is just about to begin.” – The Silmarillion
I HAD A DREAM ABOUT RONBLEDORE LAST NIGHT
coincidence??
or did the dream have you???
ME. TOO.
Fare thee well, Ron of the Bled Door. I will see you again perhaps, one day, on the faraway shores of Valinor. *a single tear, defying gravity, unsheds itself into my eye socket*
*moment of silence*
“Hold the Ronbledore!” – Meera Reed
MEAN
BUT GOOD
RELATED: I am 100% a Branbledore believer.
My mom was very mad about the Hodor thing because she finds time travel stories too confusing so I told her “It’s just like Prisoner of Azkaban! It’s not that complicated!”
Where will Ronbledore truth-seekers/truth-tellers go after the Toast is closed?
There is no closing, only the infinite loop of truth, Ronbledore is both future and past, he will show us the way.
We are his priests now, his missionaries. We go into the World.
“Therefore go and make disciples of all nations and times, blessing them in the name of the Ronbledore, and of the Dumbledore, and of the Ron Weasley, and teaching them to all that you have learned. And surely Ronbledore is with you always, to the very end of Time.”
“and soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time.”
Always here for Ronbledore.
Personally, this is my favorite passage foretelling the Dore of Romble:
For now we see only a Ginger as in a mirror; then we shall see Ron to Ron. Now I know Ronbledore in part; then I shall know fully, even as Ronbledore fully knows me.
-1 Corinthians 13:12
Now I want bible passages where Lord is replaced with Ronbledore.
Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for Ronbledore is with you wherever you go.”
Psalm 28:7-8 “Ronbledore is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart exults, And with my song I shall thank Him. Ronbledore is their strength, And He is a saving defense to His anointed.”
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with Ronbledore. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to Ronbledore, “You promised me Ronbledore, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
Ronbledore replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Hmm those may be the only two paragraphs in the Mists of Avalon where someone isn’t having sex. Suspicious.
Someone’s having sex in the next room, maybe.
This feels like the Last Supper.
“The Toasties said to her, ‘MALLORY, I am ready to go with you both to prison and to death for our espousal of Ronbledore.’ Mallory said, ‘I tell you, Toastes, the rooster will not crow this day, until you deny three times that you believe that Ronald Weasley is his own beloved Headmaster, marooned in time.'”
And perhaps one day… “As they entered the defunct website, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Ronbledore, who has been denied. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell your Toasties, and Mallory, ‘He is going ahead of you into Hogwarts. There you will see him, just as he told you.’ ”
When history looks backs on us I hope it sees us for the misunderstood cult we really were.
I will be refreshing this forever in order to laugh and laugh and laugh at the Ronbledore deniers.
I *cannot wait* for the deleted comments this will generate.
I want to read ALL of them. (Except the most hateful ones.)
I actually scrolled down before finishing reading, because I was hoping for some delicious Ronbledore Denialist anger / tantrums / utter befuddlement. As yet, they appear to be in hiding, or have all been converted.
This brings to mind one of my favourite passages from Saussure:
Semiotics is concerned with everything that can be taken as a sign. A sign is everything which can be taken as significantly substituting for something else. This something else does not necessarily have to exist or to actually be somewhere at the moment in which a sign stands for it. Thus semiotics is in principle the discipline studying everything which can be used in order to lie. If something cannot be used to tell a lie, conversely it cannot be used to tell the truth; it cannot be used “to tell” at all. Thus, Ron is Dumbledore and Dumbledore is Ron.
I really want to use Ronbledore’s powers to travel in time, knock the editor on the head just before sending this to print, and add this for the joy of students like me who really hated reading Saussure.
Cosign! I hated reading Saussure, and Lacan, and all their semioticky ilk. (However I really love China Miéville’s Embassytown which is a Weird Fictional treatment of pretty much exactly the topic of that quote? Basically Ronbledore forever and replace all English theory classes with China Miéville, is what I’m saying).
Oh, I will try that one forthwith! I absolutely loved Kraken but got very bogged down very quickly in the City and the City, and I’ve not tried any others.
I never really ‘got’ semiotics – I am well aware there is a big bunch of stuff that just whooshed straight over my head with it. I remember saying to my tutor once something along the lines of ‘so what you’re saying is that there are words and they mean stuff, and that is the entirety of this branch of study?’ and he looked at me pityingly.
The City and the City grew on me when we read it for book club. I liked the central conceit a lot once I wrapped my head around it.
I don’t remember getting far enough through it to figure out what the central conceit was!
It was pretty cool, it’s basically that there are two cities superimposed (sorta), so there are some areas they share and some that are in one city or the other, but you’re not supposed to see anything that’s not in the city that you’re in and if you do there are dire consequences from the enforcers. I’d recommend a reread if you have space in your reading queue 🙂
oof. I didn’t even study semiotics and this drives me mad.
“If something cannot be used to tell a lie, conversely it cannot be used to tell the truth” is sending my Bullshit Detector into neon paroxysms.
(my inner fussy nerd got too distracted to even NOTICE the Ronbledore, though I believe you that it’s a fantastic reference.)
Oh Ronbledore, I think I’ll miss you most of all.
*real tears*
I’m not crying at work it’s just ALLERGIES. I’m allergic to the deniers of Ronbledore
This comment is making me sniffle and dab my eyes surreptitiously at work.
DO NOT LET THE TRUTH OF RONBLEDORE DIE
REMEMBER THE LAW OF TIME TRAVELLING SEXUALITY
REMEMBER THE WORDS OF JKR
FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT FOR THE TRUTH
Poor Ron, the most interesting thing about him is the conspiracy theories. And the fact that he married up.
I will not tolerate this kind of ginger erasure!!!
If it helps, at least he has a whole family of very interesting gingers around him. Bill: curse breakers (I don’t even know what that is, but it sounds awesome), Charlie: Dragon wrangler, Fred and George: brilliant inventors, Percy: highly ambitious politician, Ginny: professional Quiddich player, resistance fighter and all-around BAMF.
Hence poor Ron’s insecurities .
I think you aren’t giving Ron enough credit for his role as magical fluffer to Harry Potter. 🙂
I realised the other day that “curse-breaker” seems to basically mean “grave-robber”. That has sent Bill down in my estimation.
Also, Anne of Green Gables is a time traveling Ginny Weasley. “Annie” is a common nickname for “Anne” and it is also the name you get if you combine the first part of “Anne” with the last part of “Ginny.” Anny is real. I believe just as devoutly as I believe in Ronbledore.
Time travel is the only thing that can explain how Anne gave birth to one baby in April 1899 and another in July 1899.
RON OF THE BLED DOOR.
(beautiful.)
I wore my Ronbledore tee shirt yesterday, as foretold by the prophecy
“What is it?” she said.
“It’s an alethiometer. It’s one of only six that were ever made. Lyra, I urge to again: keep it private. It would be better if Mrs. Coulter didn’t know about it. Your uncle –”
“But what does it do?”
“It tells you the truth. As for how to read it, you’ll have to learn by yourself. And as Lyra pointed the needles at the hourglass, the old man, and the flame, she saw the Truth of Ronbledore.”
So are bisexuals truly bisexual or just really prolific time-travelers?
Yes.
Source: I am.
Dammit, where is MY ability to time-travel, then?!?!?!?!
Don’t worry, it’ll come to you right when you least expected it.
Presumably if a bisexual time-traveled, she’d become asexual?
Obviously more research is necessary. Are there grants for this?
I volunteer as test subject.
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Ronbledore shall never vanquish’d be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Mallory is a witch. I just *this morning* read this part of The Silmarillion:
“The Dúnedain held that even mortal Men, if so blessed, might look upon other times than those of their bodies’ life; and they longed ever to escape from the shadows of their exile and to see in some fashion the light that dies not.”
This seems to be the season for Silm reading. I’m rereading for the first time in over a decade.
We’re all breathing a collective sigh of relief and relaxing into armchairs with Arda in our laps, now that the Hobbit movies are over and it’s safe to think about Tolkien again.
Oh no, I just remembered the Hobbit movies are A Thing and got mad about that stupid love triangle all over again.
And now I’m remembering my rage that I went in all ready to feel destroyed by Fili and Kili dying to protect their family and instead one died OFFSCREEN and the other died because Tauriel was suddenly a damsel in distress. I was ready for some Boromir-level death scene feels and I got nothing.
(No I will not ‘get over this’ and you can’t make me.)
“(No I will not ‘get over this’ and you can’t make me.) ”
Same. So much bad in that movie.
I finally “watched” (aka fast forwarded through 95% of) the third one. There was a point where I legitimately shouted “SAY WHAT NOW” at the screen. I’m not at all ashamed to say that I also wanted to hunt down and slap whoever was responsible for that bit.
If on a winter’s night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave—What story about a time-traveling boy who turns into the greatest wizard of his generation down there awaits its end? he asks, stroking his auburn beard, anxious to hear the story.
A+
You made me like Calvino.
*hearteyes*
That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence, and Ron is a time traveling Dumbledore. -Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
“If people never did silly things nothing intelligent would ever get done.” —Wittgenstein
Pretty sure this only backs up your argument.
The quote from The Silmarillion is good, but many people skip, and thus overlook, a crucial passage in The Lord of the Rings, as well:
“Tom remembers the first raindrop and the first acorn … He knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless – before Ronbledore came from Outside.”
Ronbledore is the answer to the Tom Bombadil conundrum.
In the Red Book of Westmarch, it is noted that in Aduni the name is pronounced “Bombadil,” but in Sindarin it is, “Ronbledore.”
None has ever caught him yet, for Ron, he is the master
Wise old Ronbledore, he was a wary fellow;
bright red his hair was, and his rat was(n’t) yellow.
None ever caught old Ron in Gringotts or in Burrow,
walking the time-paths, that wend both broad and narrow.
I haven’t even read this yet but I’m having a bad day and this brought a smile to my face. Thanks Mallory, I’ll miss this.
The cure for a bad day: go back and read all the Ronbledore posts and comments.
Tonight seems like a Ronblerore, Jane Austen, and JK Rowling kind of night. 🙂
“And Father said it’s because you are a virgin: don’t you see? Ronbledore was never a virgin. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to time travel. It’s nature is hurting you not Ronbledore and I said That’s just words and he said So is virginity and I said you don’t know. You can’t know and he said Yes. On the instant when we come to realize that tragedy is secondhand.” Quentin- The Sound And The Fury
Faulkner was, of course, inspired by the famous speech in MacBeth:
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying Ronbledore.”
And, separately, that famous speech in MacBeth inspired this quote from Hamilton:
“My dearest, Hermione
“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day”
I trust you’ll understand the reference to
Another Scottish tragedy without my having to name the play
They think me Ronbledore, and ambition is my folly
I’m a time traveler, a pain in the ass, a massive pain”
BOLINGBROKE: Patience, good lady; wizards know their times.
Sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
We will make fast within a hallow’d verge.
[Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then RONBLEDORE riseth]
RONBLEDORE: Adsum. I am that Ronbledore thou seek’st
Who treads time’s froward and anfractuous paths.
Sometime with stripling’s skipping step I go,
Sometime bent o’er with age and mass of beard
Do rather creep and sigh. Not learned Ovid
Could name my changes, nor agile serpent
Comprehend my ways: for his glassy suits,
Once worn, do slough in sequence, least to great,
Whilst wane and wax I strangely as the moon-
But queries hast thou for the Doubled Ron.
Do ask thy want, and I shall prophesy.
I don’t understand how this is still a debate. Rowling spends most of the last book reminding us, over and over again, that Dumbledore is associated with the Elder Wand. How much more clear can she make it that Dumbledore is the elder Won-Won?
(It follows, of course, that Ronbledore is also Elrond, and later/earlier in his travels through time becomes the planet Alderaan – but this comes as surprise to no one, and is mentioned only for the sake of completeness.)
I just laughed out loud and spit my turkey sandwich across my desk. Thank you.
Actually snorted with laughter.
I just woke the cat up laughing at that.
ELDER WON-WON
ELDER WON-WON
ELDER WON-WON
MY GOD
THE SMOKING WAND
Oh my witches. That was awesome, I cackled for five minutes.
‘Now Professor McGonagall,’ said Ron, ‘has shut the book. Now the terror is beginning. Now taking her lump of chalk she draws figures, six, seven, eight, and then a cross and then a line on the blackboard. What is the answer? The others look; they look with understanding. Harry writes; Hermione writes; Neville writes; Ginny writes; even Draco has now begun to write. But I cannot write. I see only figures. The others are handing in their answers, one by one. Now it is my turn. But I have no answer. The others are allowed to go. They slam the door. Professor McGonagall goes. I am left alone to find an answer. The figures mean nothing now. Meaning has gone. The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black bars on the clock face are green oases. The long hand has marched ahead to find water. The other, painfully stumbles among hot stones in the desert. It will die in the desert. The kitchen door slams. Wild dogs bark far away. Look, the loop of the figure is beginning to fill with time; it holds the world in it. I begin to draw a figure and the world is looped in it, and I myself am outside the loop; which I now join–so–and seal up, and make entire. The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying, “Oh save me, from being blown for ever outside the loop of time and becoming Ronbledore!”‘
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I love you. This is amazing.
you’ve found the perfect overlap of my interests: Woolf and the Truth of Ronbledore
I have nothing clever or funny to add, just that I love you all, and that when the world ends, The Toast archives will still be here, and thus the Truth that is Ronbledore will never die.
No matter how much he might wish he could, he cannot unbend time to do it.
Related:
“Four knocks. It’s always four knocks.”
[…]
“What’s out there?”
“Ronbledore.”
GOD (I mean, Ronbledore) BLESS US EVERY ONE.
is it possible the running Christmas sweater joke was a reference to Ron’s also being…the Kwisatz Anorak?
[honestly Kwisatz Sweaterak would’ve worked just as well and made more sense AND I COULD’VE WORKED IN THE STILLSUIT JOKE I COULDN’T MAKE UGH]
But Kwisatz Anorak sounds SO much better and made me laugh out loud in a way that Kwisatz Sweaterak just wouldn’t have, so I think you made the right choice!
VALIDATED
NGL i have found myself vaguely dissatisfied with time travel stories these last two years because they don’t follow the truth/break the inherent time travel rules of Ronbledore.
I mean, I’m not going to say I made the protagonist of my time-travel novel bi specifically to avoid Ronbledore issues, but…
…I think I love you.
Okay is it available for the public to read? Because I kind of need to read a book that honors the hallowed truths. I mean, I can wait. Or imagine happily. But that’s really cool!
Horror and doubt distract
His troubl’d thoughts, and from the bottom stir
The Hell within him, for within him Hell
He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell
One step no more then from himself can fly
By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; for he is not, nor ever shall be
Ronbledore.
-John Milton, Paradise Lost
Also foretold by the prophet Wallace Stevens:
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That Ronbledore is involved
In what I know.
When Ronbledore flew out of sight,
He marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
The river is moving.
Ronbledore must be flying.
*
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
Ronbledore sat
In the cedar-limbs.
“The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom’s door.
He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He knew the Ronbledore.”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
I was trying to think up an Ancient Mariner one and THIS ONE IS THE BEST.
I appreciate this so much because I spent far too long agonising over which bit of the poem to use and counting syllables.
The true epitome of the Romantic (Ron-antic?) age.
WHAN that Albus with his shoures soote
The droghte of Muggles hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in butter beeyre,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Hagrid eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in yon Forbidden Brake
The tendre dragonnes, and the yonge sonne
Sybill Trelawney his halfe cours y-divonne,
And Th’ Wyrde Sisters maken melodye,
Then slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages)
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge Rons,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Hogwarts they wende,
The holy blisful Ronbledore for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
PERFECTION
i’m a little bit in love with you because of this, hope you don’t mind
yessssssssss
Wow. Wowowow. Woooooow. Sorry, I’m not sure what tone best conveys my awe at this.
Quoth the Raven, “Ronbledore!”
This is so perfect I gasped in admiration when I read it. You are a True Disciple.
This is my favorite.
Snape, Snape, Severus Snape
Snape, Snape, Severus Snape
RONBLEDORE!
Ron, Ron, Ron-Ble-Dore!
Ron, Ron, Ron-Ble-Dore!
RONBLEDORE!
“Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”
“He told me enough. He told me you killed him.
“No. Ron is a time-traveling Dumbledore.”
“No. No. That’s impossible!”
“Search your feelings, you know it to be true that Ron is a time-traveling Dumbledore. Join with me and we can rule the galaxy as Ron and Dumbledore.”
ugh now I want to see the Robot Chicken musical parody of this
O Magic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and witches overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold JKR!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Ron is time-traveling Dumbledore, Ronbledore,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
– Keats, who probably didn’t read Chapman’s Homer, but definitely read all of Harry Potter
Crazy Old Maurice
*weeps*
All of this is a false-flag to distract from the Real Truth that HERMIONE IS A TIME-TRAVELING MCGONAGALL.
I actually just gasped aloud.
Even though I really should have been able to see where that sentence was going.
THAT WOULD EXPLAIN EVERYTHING. (jumps into Christmas tree)
“Time is a flat Ronbledore.” — Rust Cohle, six beers in
In Hogshead did Ronbledore
A stately pleasure-school decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to the Great Lake and sea
so much depends
upon
a red headed
Ronbledore
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
owls.
— William Carlos Williams
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the Ronbledore
that was in
the Hogwarts
and which
was a bixesual
time
traveller.
Forgive me
for now
I
believe.
I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR
And then there is Ronbledore’s German-language tradition, bearing its own unique pronunciation of his name:
O Dumbleron, O Dumbleron,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter.
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein auch im Winter wenn es schneit.
O Dumbleron, O Dumbleron,
Wie grün sind deine Blätter!
– E. Anschütz, z.T. umgeformt von Aug. Zarnack (1819)
(Note the explicit reference to time travel.)
AMAZING.
And then there is Ronbledore’s German-language tradition, bearing its own unique pronunciation of his name:
O Dumbleron, O Dumbleron,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter.
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein auch im Winter wenn es schneit.
O Dumbleron, O Dumbleron,
Wie grün sind deine Blätter!
– E. Anschütz, z.T. umgeformt von Aug. Zarnack (1819)
(Note the explicit reference to time travel.)
Ron of the Bled Door! I wasn’t convinced before, but now I’ve seen the light.
I love you.
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the Ronbledore
that was in
the Hogwarts
and which
was a bixesual
time
traveller.
Forgive me
for now
I
believe.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the (Ronble)doors of perception.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“A vast and faceless stone hat
Stands in Hogwarts. . . . Near it, on the ground,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose rat,
And bearded lip, and glasses round,
Tell that its sculptor well those potions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The wand that mocked them, and the owl that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ronbledore, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The Quidditch pitches stretch far away.