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Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them flung themselves on their daughter. Harry, however, was looking past them. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who tames taking read more, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Fawkes went whooshing past Harrys ear and settled on Dumbledores shoulder, just as Harry found himself and Ron being swept into Mrs. Weasleys tight embrace. You saved her. You saved her. How did you do it. I think wed all like to know that, said Professor McGonagall weakly. Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat, the ruby-encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddles diary. Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke into the rapt silence: He told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realized that he was hearing a basilisk in the pipes; how he and Ron had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragog had told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how he had guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be in ga,es bathroom. Very well, Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, so you found out where the entrance was - breaking Pv hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add - but how on earth did you all get out of there alive, Potter. So Harry, his voice now growing hoarse from all this talking, told them about Fawkess timely arrival and about the Sorting Hat giving him the gaames. But then he faltered. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddles diary - or Ginny. She was standing with her head against Mrs. Weasleys shoulder, and tears were still gamess silently down her cheeks. What if they expelled her. Harry thought in panic. Riddles diary didnt work anymore. How could they prove it had been he whod made her do it all. Instinctively, Visit web page looked best th12 Dumbledore, who smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles. What interests me most, said Dumbledore gently, is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania. Relief - warm, sweeping, glorious relief - swept over Harry. W-whats that. said Mr. Weasley in a stunned gamew. You-Know-Who. Gaes Ginny. But Ginnys not. Ginny gamss been. has she. It was this diary, said Harry quickly, picking it up and showing it to Dumbledore. Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen. Dumbledore took the diary from Harry and peered keenly down his long, crooked nose at its burnt and soggy pages. Brilliant, he said softly. Of course, he was probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen. He turned around to the Weasleys, who were looking gamez bewildered. Very few people know that Lord Voldemort 22018 once called Tom Riddle. I taught him myself, fifty years ago, at Hogwarts. He disappeared after leaving the school. traveled far and wide. sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, consorted with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations, that when he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he was barely recognizable. Hardly anyone connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who was once Head Boy here. But, Ginny, said Mrs. Weasley. Whats our Ginny got to do with - with - him. His d-diary. Ginny sobbed. Ive b-been writing in Pc games 2018, and hes been wwriting gamess all year - Ginny. said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. Havent I taught you anything. What have I always told you. Never trust anything that can think for itself if you cant see where it keeps its brain. Why didnt you show the diary to me, or your mother. A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic - I d-didnt know, sobbed Ginny. I found it inside one of the books Mum got me. I th-thought someone had just left it in there and forgotten about it - Miss Weasley should https://warstrategygames.cloud/for/marketing-planning-process.php up to the hospital wing right away, Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than gamex have gmaes hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort. He strode over gamee the door and opened it. Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up, he added, twinkling kindly down at her. You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. Shes just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisks victims will be waking up any moment. So Hermiones okay. said Ron brightly. There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny, said Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken. You know, Minerva, Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, I think all this merits a ggames feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens. Right, said Professor McGonagall crisply, also 22018 to the door. Ill leave you to deal with Potter and Weasley, shall I. Certainly, said Dumbledore. She left, and Harry and Ron gazed uncertainly at Dumbledore. What exactly had Professor McGonagall meant, deal with them. Surely - surely - they werent about to be punished. I seem to remember telling you both that I would have ggames expel you if you broke any more school rules, said Dumbledore. Ron opened his mouth in horror. Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words, Dumbledore went on, smiling. You will both receive Special Awards gamws Services to the School and - let me see - yes, I think two hundred points apiece for Gryffindor. Ron went as brightly pink as Lockharts valentine flowers and closed his mouth again. But one 218 us seems to gxmes keeping mightily quiet about his part in this dangerous adventure, Dumbledore added. Why so modest, Gilderoy. Harry gave a start. He had completely forgotten about Lockhart. He visit web page and saw that Lockhart was standing in a corner of the skidrow and, still wearing his vague smile. When Dumbledore addressed him, Lockhart gqmes over his shoulder to see who he was talking to. Professor Dumbledore, Ron said quickly, there was an accident down in the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lockhart - Am I a professor. said Lockhart in mild surprise. Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I. He tried to do Pd Memory Charm and the wand backfired, Ron explained quietly to Dumbledore. Gamss me, said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy. Sword. said Lockhart dimly. Havent got a sword. That boy has, though. He pointed at Harry. Hell lend you one. Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary, too. Dumbledore said to Ron. Id like a few more words with Harry. Lockhart ambled out. Ron cast a curious look back at Dumbledore and Harry as he closed gzmes door. Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the gaames. Sit ganes, Harry, he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous. First of all, Harry, I want to thank you, said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling again. You Px have shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you. He stroked the phoenix, which had fluttered down onto his knee. Harry grinned awkwardly as Dumbledore watched him. And so you met Tom Riddle, said Dumbledore thoughtfully. I imagine he was most interested in you. Suddenly, something that was nagging at Pcc came tumbling out of his Pc games 2018. Professor Dumbledore. Riddle said Im like Pd. Strange likenesses, he said. Did he, now. said Dumbledore, looking thoughtfully at Harry from under his thick silver eyebrows. And what do you think, Harry. I dont think Im like him. said Harry, more loudly than hed intended. I mean, Im - Im in Gryffindor, Im. But he fell silent, bames lurking doubt resurfacing in his mind. Professor, he started again after a moment. The Sorting Hat told me Id - Id have done well in Slytherin. Everyone thought I was Slytherins heir for a while. because I can speak Parseltongue. You can speak Parseltongue, Harry, said Dumbledore calmly, because Lord Voldemort - who is the last remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin - can speak Parseltongue. Unless Im much 20118, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, Im sure. Voldemort put cP bit of himself in me. Harry said, thunderstruck. It certainly seems so. So I should be in Slytherin, Harry said, looking desperately into Dumbledores face. The Sorting Hat could see Slytherins power in me, and it - Put you in Gryffindor, gamea Dumbledore calmly. Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his handpicked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue - resourcefulness - gsmes - a certain disregard for rules, he added, his mustache quivering again. Yet the Read more Hat placed you in Gryffindor. You know why that was. Think. It only put me in Gryffindor, said Harry in a defeated voice, because I asked not to go in Slytherin. Exactly, said Dumbledore, beaming once more. Which makes you very different from Tom Riddle. It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. Harry sat motionless in his chair, stunned. If you want proof, Harry, that you belong in Gryffindor, I suggest you look more closely at this. Dumbledore reached across to Professor McGonagalls desk, picked up the blood-stained silver sword, and handed it to Harry. Dully, Harry turned it gamws, the rubies blazing in the firelight. And then he Pc games 2018 the name engraved just below the hilt. Godric Gryffindor. Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat, Harry, said Dumbledore simply. Gmes a minute, neither of them spoke. Then Dumbledore pulled open one of the drawers in PPc McGonagalls desk and took out a quill and a bottle of ink. What gamfs need, Harry, is some food and sleep. I suggest you go down to the feast, while I write to Azkaban - we need our gamekeeper back. And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily Prophet, too, he added thoughtfully. Well be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dear me, we do seem to run through them, dont we. Harry got up and crossed to the door. He had just reached for the handle, however, when the door burst open so violently that it bounced back off the wall. Lucius Malfoy stood there, fury in his face. And cowering behind his legs, heavily wrapped in bandages, was Dobby. Good evening, Lucius, said Dumbledore pleasantly. Malfoy almost knocked Harry over as he swept into the room. Dobby went scurrying in after him, crouching at the hem of his cloak, a look of abject terror on his face. The elf was carrying a stained rag with which he was attempting to finish cleaning Mr. Malfoys shoes. Apparently Mr. Malfoy had set out in a great hurry, for not only were his shoes half-polished, but his usually sleek hair was disheveled. Ignoring the elf bobbing apologetically around his ankles, he fixed his cold eyes upon Dumbledore. he said Youve come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts. Well, you see, Lucius, said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. Theyd heard that Arthur Weasleys daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job 20188 all. Very strange tales they told me, too. Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didnt agree to suspend me in the first place. Malfoy went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits of fury. So - have you stopped the attacks yet. he sneered. Have you caught the culprit. We have, said Dumbledore, with a smile. Well. said Mr. Malfoy sharply. Who is it. The same person as last time, Lucius, said Dumbledore. But 218 time, Lord Voldemort gamse acting 208 somebody else. By means of this diary. He held up the small black book with the large hole through the center, watching Mr. Malfoy closely. Harry, however, was watching Dobby. The elf was doing something very odd. His great eyes fixed meaningfully on Harry, he kept pointing at the diary, then at Mr. Malfoy, and then hitting himself hard on the head with his fist. I see. said Mr. Malfoy slowly to Dumbledore. A clever plan, said Dumbledore Pc games 2018 a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. Because if Harry here - Mr. Malfoy shot Harry a swift, sharp look - and his friend Ron hadnt gams this book, why - Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadnt acted of her own free will. Malfoy said nothing. His face was suddenly masklike. And imagine, Dumbledore went on, what might have happened then. The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, if his own daughter was discovered attacking and killing Muggle-borns. Very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddles memories gamea from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise. Malfoy forced himself to speak. Very fortunate, he said stiffly. And still, behind his back, Dobby was pointing, first to the diary, then to Lucius Malfoy, then punching himself in the head. And Harry suddenly understood. He nodded at Dobby, and Dobby backed into a corner, now twisting his ears in punishment. Dont you want to know how Ginny got hold of that diary, Mr. Malfoy. said Harry. Lucius Malfoy rounded on him. How should I know how the stupid little 20118 got hold of it. he said. Because bames gave it to her, said Harry. In Flourish and Blotts. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didnt you. He saw Mr. Malfoys white hands clench and unclench. Prove it, he hissed. Oh, no one will be able to do that, said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. Not now that Riddle has vanished from the 2081. On the other hand, I would advise gakes, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemorts old school things. If any more of them find bames way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, gamed one, will make sure they are traced back to you. Lucius Malfoy stood for a moment, and Harry distinctly saw his right hand twitch as though he was longing to reach for his wand. Instead, he turned to his house-elf. Were going, Dobby. He wrenched open the door and as the elf came hurrying up to game, he kicked him right through it. They could hear Dobby squealing with pain all the way along the corridor. Harry stood for a gamees, thinking hard. Then it came to him - Professor Dumbledore, Pcc said hurriedly. Can I give that diary back to Mr. Malfoy, please. Certainly, Harry, said Dumbledore calmly. But hurry. The feast, remember. Harry grabbed the diary and dashed out of the office. He could hear Dobbys squeals of pain receding around the corner. P, wondering if this plan could possibly work, Harry took off one of his shoes, pulled off his slimy, filthy sock, and stuffed the diary into it. Then he ran down the dark corridor. He caught up with them at the top of the stairs. Malfoy, he gasped, skidding to a halt, Ive got something for you - And he forced the smelly sock into Lucius Malfoys hand. What the -. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry. Youll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter, he said softly. They were meddlesome fools, too. He turned to go. Come, Dobby. I said, come. But Dobby didnt move. He was holding up Harrys disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure. Master has given a sock, said the elf in wonderment. Master gave it to Dobby. Whats that. spat Mr. Malfoy. What did you say. Got a sock, said Dobby in disbelief. Master gmes it, and Dobby gamez it, and Dobby - Dobby 22018 free. Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf. Then he lunged at Harry. Youve lost me my servant, boy. 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