"This book," Dumbledore said, edging it across the table, "is for Hermione. I think she'll get a lot from it."
The book was very small and worn, the spine peeling and stained. On the cover was a title written in runic symbols, and Dumbledore offered no further insight.
"See that she gets that for me, Harry, as I don't believe I'll have time to visit her myself. Last, we have this."
This time he nudged an onyx box across the table, just big enough to fit into the palm of ones hand. It was trimmed in gold, a neat little button latch on the side. Reaching out, Dumbledore pressed the latch and it released, the lid opening slowly. inside the box was a compass, the needle quivering but not moving.
"The Compass of Erised. This is for your friend Orion."