Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night. Harry couldn’t speak, but Hagrid understood. “Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos… knew yeh didn’ have any… d’yeh like it?” Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. ‘course, he shoulda sacked me instead - anyway, got yeh this…” Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. “It’s not a stoat sandwich, is it?” said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said, “That reminds me. Please cheer up, Hagrid, we saved the Stone, it’s gone, he can’t use it.
“I’ve met him and I’m calling him by his name. “VOLDEMORT!” Harry bellowed, and Hagrid was so shocked, he stopped crying. “Hagrid, he’d have found out somehow, this is Voldemort we’re talking about, he’d have found out even if you hadn’t told him.” “Hagrid!” said Harry, shocked to see Hagrid shaking with grief and remorse, great tears leaking down into his beard. “I told the evil git how ter get past Fluffy! I told him! It was the only thing he didn’t know, an’ I told him! Yeh could’ve died! All fer a dragon egg! I’ll never drink again! I should be chucked out an’ made ter live as a Muggle!” “It’s - all - my - ruddy - fault!” he sobbed, his face in his hands. He sat down next to Harry, took one look at him, and burst into tears. As usual when he was indoors, Hagrid looked too big to be allowed. Hagrid sidled through the door as he spoke. “Professor Dumbledore says you are to be allowed to go,” she said stiffly, as though in her opinion Professor Dumbledore didn’t realize how risky feasts could be. “I want to go to the feast,” he told Madam Pomfrey as she straightened his many candy boxes. “You’ve had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT” she said firmly.Īfter a good night’s sleep, Harry felt nearly back to normal. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course - you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you - but the food’ll be good.”Īt that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over. “Listen, you’ve got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. “Yeah, Dumbledore’s off his rocker, all right,” said Ron proudly. It’s almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could…” I don’t think it was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. “Well, ” Hermione exploded, “if he did - I mean to say that’s terrible - you could have been killed.” “Sending you your father’s cloak and everything?” “D’you think he meant you to do it?” said Ron. “I brought Ron round - that took a while - and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall - he already knew - he just said, ‘Harry’s gone after him, hasn’t he?’ and hurtled off to the third floor.” “Well, I got back all right,” said Hermione. “So what happened to you two?” said Harry.
“I always said he was off his rocker,” said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was. “That’s what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that - what was it? - ‘to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.’” Ron and Hermione were a very good audience they gasped in all the right places, and when Harry told them what was under Quirrell’s turban, Hermione screamed out loud. Harry told them everything: Quirrell the mirror the Stone and Voldemort. It was one of those rare occasions when the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumors. “The whole school’s talking about it,” said Ron.
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