For a moment there was silence as Harry1, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway2, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case) blood. Then there was a scream.
“Ginny!”
It was Mrs. 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 standing4 by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps5, clutching her chest. Fawkes went whooshing6 past Harry's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Harry found himself and Ron being swept into Mrs. Weasley's tight embrace.
“You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?”
“I think we'd 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 Riddle7's diary.
Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke8 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 Chamber9 of Secrets might be in her bathroom…
“Very well,” Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, “so you found out where the entrance was -breaking a 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 hoarse10 from all this talking, told them about Fawkes's timely arrival and about the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered11. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary - or Ginny. She was standing with her head against Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and tears were still coursing silently down her cheeks. What if they expelled her? Harry thought in panic. Riddle's diary didn't work anymore… How could they prove it had been he who'd made her do it all?
Instinctively12, Harry looked at 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 enchant13 Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania.”
Relief - warm, sweeping14, glorious relief - swept over Harry. “W-what's that?” said Mr. Weasley in a stunned15 voice. “You-Know-Who? En-enchant Ginny? But Ginny's not… Ginny hasn't 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, crooked16 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 utterly17 bewildered.
“Very few people know that Lord Voldemort was 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, consorted18 with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations19, 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. “What's our Ginny got to do with - with - him?”
“His d-diary” Ginny sobbed20. “I've b-been writing in it, and he's been w-writing back all year—”
“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven't I taught you anything. What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain? Why didn't you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic!
“I d-didn't 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 go up to the hospital wing right away,” Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. “This has been a terrible ordeal21 for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort.” He strode over to 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 kindly22 down at her. “You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk's victims will be waking up any moment.”
“So Hermione's okay!” said Ron brightly.
“There has been no lasting23 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 good feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens?”
“Right,” said Professor McGonagall crisply, also moving to the door. “I'll 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 weren't about to be punished?
“I seem to remember telling you both that I would have to 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 for Services to the School and - let me see - yes, I think two hundred points apiece for Gryffindor.”
Ron went as brightly pink as Lockhart's valentine flowers and closed his mouth again.
“But one of us seems to be keeping mightily24 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 turned and saw that Lockhart was standing in a corner of the room, still wearing his vague smile. When Dumbledore addressed him, Lockhart looked 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 a Memory Charm and the wand backfired,” Ron explained quietly to Dumbledore.
“Dear me,” said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. “Impaled upon your own sword, Gilderoy!”
“Sword?” said Lockhart dimly. “Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though.” He pointed25 at Harry. “He'll lend you one.”
“Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary, too?” Dumbledore said to Ron. “I'd like a few more words with Harry…”
Lockhart ambled26 out. Ron cast a curious look back at Dumbledore and Harry as he closed the door.
Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the fire.
“Sit down, Harry,” he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous.
“First of all, Harry, I want to thank you,” said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling again. “You must have shown me real loyalty27 down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you.”
He stroked the phoenix28, 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 nagging29 at Harry came tumbling out of his mouth.
“Professor Dumbledore… Riddle said I'm like him. Strange likenesses, he said…
“Did he, now?” said Dumbledore, looking thoughtfully at Harry from under his thick silver eyebrows30. “And what do you think, Harry?”
“I don't think I'm like him!” said Harry, more loudly than he'd intended. “I mean, I'm - I'm in Gryffindor, I'm…”
But he fell silent, a lurking31 doubt resurfacing in his mind.
“Professor,” he started again after a moment. “The Sorting Hat told me I'd - I'd have done well in Slytherin. Everyone thought I was Slytherin's 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 ancestor of Salazar Slytherin - can speak Parseltongue. Unless I'm much mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I'm sure…”
“Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?” Harry said, thunderstruck.
“It certainly seems so.”
“So I should be in Slytherin,” Harry said, looking desperately32 into Dumbledore's face. “The Sorting Hat could see Slytherin's power in me, and it—”
“Put you in Gryffindor,” said Dumbledore calmly. “Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand-picked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue - resourcefulness - determination - a certain disregard for rules,” he added, his mustache quivering again. “Yet the Sorting 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 McGonagall's desk, picked up the blood-stained silver sword, and handed it to Harry. Dully, Harry turned it over, the rubies33 blazing in the firelight. And then he saw the name engraved34 just below the hilt.
Godric Gryffindor
“Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat, Harry,” said Dumbledore simply.
For a minute, neither of them spoke. Then Dumbledore pulled open one of the drawers in Professor McGonagall's desk and took out a quill35 and a bottle of ink.
“What you 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. “We'll be needing a new Defense36 Against the Dark Arts teacher… Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don't 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 cowering37 behind his legs, heavily wrapped in bandages, was Dobby.
“Good evening, Lucius,” said Dumbledore pleasantly.
Mr. Malfoy almost knocked Harry over as he swept into the room. Dobby went scurrying38 in after him, crouching39 at the hem3 of his cloak, a look of abject40 terror on his face.
The elf was carrying a stained rag with which he was attempting to finish cleaning Mr. Malfoys shoes. Apparently41 Mr. Malfoy had set out in a great hurry, for not only were his shoes half-polished, but his usually sleek42 hair was disheveled. Ignoring the elf bobbing apologetically around his ankles, he fixed43 his cold eyes upon Dumbledore.
“So!” he said “You've come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts.”
“Well, you see, Lucius,” said Dumbledore, smiling serenely44, “the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls45, to tell the truth. They'd 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 after all. Very strange tales they told me, too… Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place.”
Mr. Malfoy went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits46 of fury.
“So - have you stopped the attacks yet?” he sneered47. “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 this time, Lord Voldemort was acting48 through 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 in 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 hadn't discovered this book, why -- Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn't acted of her own free will…”
Mr. 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 - killing49 Muggle-borns… Very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddle's memories wiped from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise…”
Mr. 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.
“Don't 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 girl got hold of it?” he said.
“Because you gave it to her,” said Harry. “In Flourish and Blotts. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didn't you?”
He saw Mr. Malfoy's white hands clench50 and unclench.
“Prove it,” he hissed51.
“Oh, no one will be able to do that,” said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. “Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemort's old school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, for one, will make sure they are traced back to you…”
Lucius Malfoy stood for a moment, and Harry distinctly saw his right hand twitch52 as though he was longing53 to reach for his wand. Instead, he turned to his house-elf. “We're going, Dobby!”
He wrenched54 open the door and as the elf came hurrying up to him, he kicked him right through it. They could hear Dobby squealing55 with pain all the way along the corridor. Harry stood for a moment, thinking hard. Then it came to him—
“Professor Dumbledore,” he 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 Dobby's squeals56 of pain receding57 around the corner. Quickly, wondering if this plan could possibly work, Harry took off one of his shoes, pulled off his slimy, filthy58 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.
“Mr. Malfoy,” he gasped59, skidding60 to a halt, “I've got something for you—”
And he forced the smelly sock into Lucius Malfoy's hand.
“What the -?”
Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry."You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter,” he said softly. “They were meddlesome61 fools, too.”
He turned to go.
“Come, Dobby. I said, come.”
But Dobby didn't move. He was holding up Harry's 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.”
“What's that?” spat62 Mr. Malfoy. “What did you say?”
“Got a sock,” said Dobby in disbelief. “Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby - Dobby is free.”
Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf Then he lunged at Harry.
“You've lost me my servant, boy!”
But Dobby shouted, “You shall not harm Harry Potter!”
There was a loud bang, and Mr. Malfoy was thrown backward. He crashed down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled63 heap on the landing below. He got up, his face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger.
“You shall go now,” he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. “You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now.”
Lucius Malfoy had no choice. With a last, incensed64 stare at the pair of them, he swung his cloak around him and hurried out of sight.
“Harry Potter freed Dobby!” said the elf shrilly65, gazing up at Harry, moonlight from the nearest window reflected in his orb-like eyes. “Harry Potter set Dobby free!”
“Least I could do, Dobby,” said Harry, grinning. “Just promise never to try and save my life again.”
The elf's ugly brown face split suddenly into a wide, toothy smile.
“I've just got one question, Dobby,” said Harry as Dobby pulled on Harry's sock with shaking hands. “You told me all this had nothing to do with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, remember? Well—”
“It was a clue, sir,” said Dobby, his eyes widening, as though this was obvious. “Was giving you a clue. The Dark Lord, before he changed his name, could be freely named, you see?”
“Right,” said Harry weakly. “Well, I'd better go. There's a feast, and my friend Hermione should be awake by now…”
Dobby threw his arms around Harry's middle and hugged him.
“Harry Potter is greater by far than Dobby knew!” he sobbed. “Farewell, Harry Potter!”
And with a final loud crack, Dobby disappeared.
Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pajamas66, and the celebration lasted all night. Harry didn't know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward him, screaming “You solved it! You solved it!” or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring67. his hand and apologize endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing68 Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Ron's four hundred points for Gryffindor securing the House Cup for the second year running, or Professor McGonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been canceled as a school treat ("Oh, no!” said Hermione), or Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.
“Shame,” said Ron, helping69 himself to a jam doughnut. “He has starting to grow on me.”
The rest of the final term passed in a haze70 of blazing sunshine. Hogwarts was back to normal with only a few, small differences - Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were canceled ("but we've had plenty of practice at that anyway,” Ron told a disgruntled Hermione) and Lucius Malfoy had been sacked as a school governor. Draco was no longer strutting71 around the school as though he owned the place. On the contrary, he looked resentful and sulky. On the other hand, Ginny Weasley was perfectly72 happy again.
Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny got a compartment73 to themselves. They made the mos of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Exploding Snap, set off the very last of Fred and George's Filibuster74 fireworks, and practiced disarming75 each other by magic. Harry was getting very good at it.
They were almost at King's Cross when Harry remembered something.
“Ginny - what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?”
“Oh, that,” said Ginny, giggling76. “Well - Percy's got a girlfriend.” Fred dropped a stack of books on George's head.
“What?”
“It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater,” said Ginny. “That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was - you know - attacked. You won't tease him, will you?” she added anxiously.
“Wouldn't dream of it,” said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.
“Definitely not,” said George, sniggering.
The Hogwarts Express slowed and finally stopped.
Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to Ron and Hermione.
“This is called a telephone number,” he told Ron, scribbling77 it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. “I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer - he'll know. Call me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to…”
“Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?” said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging78 toward the enchanted79 barrier. “When they hear what you did this year?”
“Proud?” said Harry. “Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious…”
And together they walked back through the gateway80 to the Muggle world.
有一刻十分安静。哈利、罗恩、金妮和罗克哈特站在门口，身上粘着污秽和泥，（对哈利而言）还有血。随后传来了一声尖叫。
“金妮！”
是威斯里夫人的声音，她刚才一直在暖炉前哭呢！她大步向前，后面紧跟着威斯里先生，两人都向他们的女儿冲去。
而哈利则在看着他们。丹伯多教授站在壁炉架旁，愉快的微笑着。他旁边站着麦康娜教授，这位教授正大声而平稳的喘着气，手紧紧的捂着胸。正当哈利发现罗恩和他自己都被拉入了威斯里夫人的怀抱时，达摩克就靠在丹伯多的肩上，轻轻在他耳边低语了几句。
“你救了她！你救了她！你怎么做到的？”
“我认为我们大家都想知道这一点。”麦康娜教授声音微弱的说。
威斯里夫人松开哈利。他犹豫了一下，然后向桌子走去，将分类帽里红宝石的刻以及瑞德日记未损坏的部分放在桌上。
然后他就开始讲出一切了。差不多有一刻钟，他都在一片全神贯注的宁静中讲述着：他告诉他们那把奇怪的声音，荷米恩如何最终察觉到巴斯里斯克巨蟒；他和罗恩如何跟着蜘蛛走进了森林，也就是阿拉哥告诉他们巴斯里斯克的第一个受害者死的地方，以及进秘密小屋的通道可能在厕所里……
“很好，”麦康娜教授在哈利停下来时催促他说，“也就是说你找到了通道——我必须说一句，你沿路破坏了100条校规——不过你究竟是怎么从那里活着出来的，波特？”
于是，由于刚才的描述而声音变得沙哑了的哈利开始告诉他们达摩克怎么即时赶到，那顶分类帽怎么给了他那把剑的事。但是接着他却踌躇了。他不想谈及瑞德日记的事——有关金妮的部分。她正将头埋在威斯里夫人的肩里，眼泪沿着脸颊静静的流下来。要是他们开除了她怎么办？哈利惊慌的想着。瑞德的日记已经损坏了……他们怎么能证明是他让她作这一切的呢？
哈利本能地看着正在微笑着的丹伯多，一丝亮光掠过了他半月形的眼镜。“我最感兴趣的，”丹伯多温和的说，“就是我有消息来源说他躲在森林里，那他又是用怎样的魔法迷惑金妮的呢？”
安慰——一种温暖，持久美妙的安慰感——向哈利袭来。
“什么？”威斯里先生惊讶的问。“‘那个人’？用魔法迷惑了金妮？可是金妮不是……金妮没有……她有吗？”
“是这本日记，”哈利迅速的说，一边拿起日记，把他递给丹怕多看。“瑞德在他16岁时写的。”
丹伯多接过日记，低下他长而弯的鼻子认真的看着那些潮湿烧灼过的日记纸。
“聪明！”他柔和的说。“当然，他大概是霍格瓦彻有史以来最聪明的学生了。”
他转身朝着满脸迷茫的威斯里先生和夫人走过去。
“很少有人知道福尔得摩特曾叫瑞德。50年前，在霍格瓦彻，我是他的老师。
在离校后，他就消失了……到很远的地方去了……
沉浸在黑色的艺术里，结交了一群最坏的巫士，然后当他摇身一变成为福尔得摩特黑暗巫师时，仅仅剩容貌可以辨认了。几乎没有人会将福尔得摩特和曾经那个聪明的男孩联系在一起。”“但是金妮，“威斯里先生说，”我们的金妮和他又有什么关系呢？”
“他的日记！”金妮呜咽着说。“我在里面写过东西，而他也一直在回信——”
“金妮！”威斯里先生惊讶得目瞪口呆。“我难道没有教过你吗？我跟你说过什么？
像那样一个可疑的东西，里面全都是黑色魔法！”
“我不知道，”金妮哽咽说。“我是在妈妈给我的那些书里找到这个的。我以为有人把它忘在那里了……”
“威斯里小姐应该马上去医院疗养一段时间，”丹伯多严肃地插了一句。“这对她来说是一场苦难的经历。不要再惩罚她了。那些比她老而聪明的巫士也被福尔得摩特骗过。”她走在门边，把门打开。“好好的睡一觉，或许再吃上一大杯热巧克力。那总是能够令我振奋。”
他接着说，眼睛慈祥地望着他眨巴眨巴的。“你们会发现波姆弗雷夫人还醒着呢。她正在分发万锐克果汁——我敢说巴斯里斯克的受害者随时都会醒来。”
“所以荷米恩没事了！”罗恩欢快的说。
“危险并非持久性的。”丹伯多说。
威斯里夫人带着金妮走了出去，威斯里跟在后面，他看起来仍然心神不宁。
“你知道，米娜，”丹伯多教授若有所思得对麦康娜教授说，“我觉得我们得大吃一顿，压压惊，也庆祝一下。你可以去厨房叫他们做饭吗？”“好，”麦康娜教授爽快的说，同时也走到门边。“那你来应付波特和威斯里吧，怎么样？”
“当然”丹伯多说。
她走了，哈利和罗恩都疑惑的看着丹伯多。
麦康娜教授到底是什么意思，什么叫“应付”他们？
当然——当然——他们不会受到惩罚吧？
“我们好像记得告诉过你们俩如果你们触犯任何校规，我就会开除你们。”丹伯多说。
罗恩恐惧的张大嘴巴。
“那些显示我们中最优秀的人有时必须食言的校规，”丹伯多笑着继续说。
“你们都会获得‘服务学校特别奖”，并且——让我想想——对了，我想你们每人可以为格林芬顿学院加200分。“罗恩的脸立刻红得如罗克哈特情人节的花一般。他又闭上了嘴。
“但是我们中有一个人似乎在这次危险的冒险中表现得过于平静了，”丹伯多接着说。“为什么这么谦让呀，罗克哈特？”
哈利带头说了。他已完全忘记了罗克哈特。他转过身看见罗克哈特站在房间的一个角落，脸上仍带着暧昧的笑容。当丹伯多对他说话的时候，罗克哈特从扭头去看他在和谁说话。
“丹伯多教授，”罗恩性急的说，“在秘密小屋中发生了一件事。
罗克哈特教授——”“我是教授吗？“罗克哈特有些惊讶的问。
“他试图施记忆魔咒但是魔杖倒发了他自己。”罗恩迫切的对丹伯多解释。
“天呀，”丹伯多摇着头说，长长的银白胡须直抖。“被自己的魔杖戳穿了，罗克哈特！”
“魔杖？”罗克哈特迟钝的说。“没有杖。但那个男孩有。”他指着哈利说。
“他会借给你一把的。”
“你介意把罗克哈特教授也带到医院病房去吗？”丹伯多对罗恩说。“我想和哈利说几句话……”
罗克哈特轻松地走了出去。罗恩一边关门一边好奇的回头看了丹伯多和哈利一眼。
丹伯多盘着双腿，坐在了取暖器前的一张椅子上。
“坐下来，哈利，”他说，哈利坐了下来，赶到莫名的不安。
“首先，哈利，我想谢谢你，”丹伯多说，眼里再次闪烁着光芒。“在小屋你一定表现了真正的忠诚。对你，只有这个才能称为达摩克。”
他抚摸着飞到他膝上的达摩克，看着哈利，尴尬的咧着嘴笑了。
“所以你见过瑞德了。”丹伯多若有所思的说。“我想他对你最有兴趣……”
突然哈利说出了困扰了他已久的事情。
“丹伯多教授……瑞德说我和他还有许多奇怪的相似，他说……”“他说过吗？”
丹伯多的银色睫毛下的一双眼睛若有所思的看着哈利。“你怎么看呢。哈利？”
“我认为我不像他！哈利说，声音比他预计的要大的多。”我是说，我——我是在格林芬顿学院，我是——“但是他没接着说下去，脑里又出现了一丝怀疑。
“教授，”过了一会儿他又说，“分类帽曾经对我说，我本来——我本来在史林德林可以做得很好。有一段时间每个人都认为我是史林德林的后代……因为我会说蛇语……”
“你会说蛇语，哈利，”丹伯多平静的说，“因为福尔得摩特——撒拉沙。史林德林的最后继承人——会说蛇语。除非我弄错了，不然你这个有奇怪疤痕的头在那晚一定将他的一些魔力传给了你。
这并不是他的本来意愿，我肯定……”“福尔得摩特把他自己的一部分力量给了我？哈利大吃一惊的问。
“看起来是这样。”
“所以我应该在史林德林学院吗？”哈利试探的望着丹伯多的脸说。“分类帽能看见我身上具有的史林德林的威力，并且它——”
“还是把你放到了格林芬顿，”丹伯多平静的说。“听我说，哈利，你具有许多那些撒拉沙。史林德林信任而仔细挑选的学生特点。
拥有稀有的天赋，会讲蛇语……能随机应变，决定所做的事后对条条框框不屑一顾。“他接着说，胡须抖动了。”但是分类帽把你放在格林芬顿，你知道是为什么？想一想吧！”“他只是把我放在格林芬顿“哈利说，声音里透出一股挫败感，”因为我不想去史林德林……”
“正是，”丹伯多教授再次微笑着说。“这也正是你和瑞德不同的地方。这是我们自己的选择，哈利，他表现了真实的自己，比我们的能力更能说明问题。”哈利坐在椅子上一动不动，惊讶极了。
“如果你要你是属于格林芬顿的证据，哈利，那么我建议你认真的看看这个。”
丹伯多手越过麦康娜教授的桌子，那起有血渍的银色剑，并把他递给哈利。
哈利适当的转动着它，红色的宝石在火光中熠熠生辉。然后他看见了刀柄下刻的名字。
各德锐。格林芬顿“只有真正的格林芬顿才能将这个从帽子里拔出来，哈利。”
丹伯多教授简略的说。
有一小会儿，他们谁也没有做声。然后丹伯多拉开麦康娜的抽屉，从里面拿出了一只羽毛笔和一瓶墨水。
“你需要事物和休息，哈利。我建议你在我写信给阿兹克班的时候先下去吃东西——我们需要恢复精力。我还要在《先知日报》上登一则广告，”他沉思着说。
“我们将需要一个新的防黑暗巫术课程的老师。天啦，我们得好好审查一下他们，是吗？”
哈利站起身来，穿到门边。但是他刚刚触到门吧，门就突然猛烈的破开，并向墙后反弹了好远。
露布斯。马尔夫站在那里，一脸怒气。多比蟋缩在他包扎着绷带的手臂下面。
“晚上好，露布斯。”丹伯多愉快的说。
马尔夭先生快步走进房间，几乎把哈利给撞到。多比紧紧跟在他后面，神色慌张的蹲在抖篷下摆处。
“好！”露布斯。马尔夫说，眼睛冷冷的盯着丹伯多。“你回来了。领导们已经停了你的职，但你却还厚颜无耻得到霍格瓦彻来。”
“嗯，你看，露布斯，”丹伯多平静的笑着说，“其余的十一个头头今天都联络了我。说实话，他们似乎认为我是解决这件事情的最佳人选。他们对我讲的事也很奇怪。他们中有几个好像认为如果他们不停我的职，你会诅咒他们的家庭。”
露布斯马尔夫先生的脸变得异常惨白，但眼里仍然充满了愤怒。
“那——你已阻止了攻击吗？”他讥笑说。“你抓到凶手了？”
“我们已抓到他了。”丹伯多笑了一笑说。
“哦？”马尔夫尖刻的说。“是谁呀？”
“和上次的是同一个人，露布斯，”丹伯多说。“但这次，福尔得摩特却是通过别人来行动的。通过用这本日记。”
他举起那本中间有个黑洞的日记本，死死的看着马尔夫先生。
哈利却在一边看着多比。
着小精灵正在奇怪的做着什么。他的大眼睛意味深长的看着哈利，不停得指指日记，又指指马尔夫，然后用拳头重重的打自己的脑袋。
“我想……”马尔夫慢慢的对丹伯多说。
“一个聪明的计划，”丹伯多平静的说，眼睛仍然紧紧的盯着马尔夫。“因为如果哈利——”马尔夫快速的扫了哈利一眼，“和他的朋友罗恩没有发现这本书，那么——威斯里小姐可能要承担所有的罪名。
马尔夫先生没有出声，他的脸突然像带了面具一般水无表情。
“试想一下，”丹伯多教授继续说，“那将会发生什么……威斯里一家是我们这里最杰出的纯血统家庭。想想这会对亚瑟。威斯里和他的”混血统保护法“产生的影响吧，如果连他自己的女儿都被发现袭击并杀害混血统后代的话……不过非常幸运，日记发现了，瑞德的回忆从中抹掉了。谁知道会发生什么，如果……”
马尔夫先生强迫他自己说几句。
“非常幸运。”他机械的说。
而在他的背后，多比仍在指指日记又指指露布斯，然后就猛捶自己的头部。
哈利恍然大悟，理解了多比的意思。他对多比点点头，多比退到角落里，耷拉着耳朵惩罚自己。
“你难道不想知道金妮是怎么拿到这日记的吗，马尔夫先生？”
哈利问。
露布斯。马尔夫故意的兜着圈子。
“我怎么会知道这个愚蠢的女生怎么拿到它的呢？”他说。
“因为是你把这个给她的，”哈利说。“在弗维里斯和巴洛特斯书店时你拿了她的初级变形课本，然后将日记塞在了里面，是吗？”
她看见马尔夫惨白的手握紧了又松开。
“证据呢？”他挑衅道。
“哦，没有人可以证实这一点，”丹伯多说，并先看了看哈利，“即使现在瑞德也没从书中消失。一方面，必须建议你，露布斯，不要再分发任何福尔得摩特在学校时的东西。如果它们中的任何一件到了无辜的人手里，我想亚瑟。威斯里首先会让他们返回到你的身上……”
露布斯。马尔夫站立了一刻，哈利清晰的看见他的右手在抽搐，好像他很想去拿魔杖一样。但是他没有。他只是转向他的小精灵。
“我们要走了，多比。”
他猛拉开门，一脚把紧跟在他后面的小精灵踢了出去。
他们能够听到多比由于疼痛而在走廊发出的尖叫声。哈利站在那儿，使劲的想着，然后就有了注意。
“丹伯多教授，”他急切的说，“我可以把那本日记给回马尔夫教授吗？”
“当然可以，哈利，”丹伯多教授平静的说，“但得快。别忘了还有晚宴呢！”
哈利一把抓起日记，冲出了办公室。他能听到多比的尖叫声在角落里盘旋。很快，考虑到事情不知能否成功，哈利脱下鞋和细长的袜子，并把日记塞进了袜里。
然后他就在黑黑的走廊上奔跑。
他在楼梯处赶上了他们。
“马尔夫先生，”他喘着气说，不是还停一停，“我有点东西要给你。”
随后他应把臭臭的袜子塞到了露布斯。马尔夫手里。
“这是？”
马尔夫先生撕破袜子，将其扔到一边，然后愤怒的看看哈利又看看损坏了的日记本。
“你很快就会像你的父母一样没有好下场，哈利。波特，”他轻轻的说。“他们都是爱惹闲事的蠢猪。”
他转身要走。
“来，多比，我说‘来’，多比！”
但是多比没有过去。他正捧着哈利臭臭的袜子，仿佛那是无价之宝一般。
“主人给了多比一只袜子。”小精灵惊讶的说。
“主人把这个给多比了。”
“那是什么？”马尔夫先生淬道。“你刚才说什么？‘”
“多比有了一只袜子，”多比难以置信的说道。“主人扔了它，而多比却接到了它，多比——多比自由了。”
露布斯。马尔夫一动不动的站在那里，眼睛瞪着小精灵，哈利大笑起来。
“你耍诡计让我失去我的仆人，小子！”他说着扑向哈利。
但是多比大吼起来。
接着传来“砰”的一声巨响，马尔夫先生被扔了出去。他跌落在楼梯上，一次落三个台阶，最后停在了楼梯子台一堆拥挤的货物上。他爬起来，脸上青一块紫一块的。当他准备拿出魔杖时，多比却拿一只手指威胁性的指着他。
“现在你可以走了，”他指着马尔夫先生狂暴的说。“你不要碰哈利。波特。
你现在可以走了。”
露布斯。马尔夫毫无选择。最后他瞪了哈利和多比一眼，披起抖篷消失在视线外了。
“哈利。波特和多比！”小精灵尖声欢呼，并抬眼看着哈利，目光从最近的一扇窗透进来映在他球形的眼睛里。“哈利。波特使多比自由了！”
“我只能做这些了，多比，”哈利说。“答应我，以后再也不要试图救我了。”
小精灵丑陋的棕色脸突然露出灿烂的笑容。
“我只有一个问题，多比，”哈利对正在用颤抖的手穿袜子的多比说。“你告诉我这一切都与‘那个人’无关，记得吗？嗯——”
“这只是一个线索，先生，”多比睁大眼睛说，就好像这是再明显不过的了。
“多比是给你提供一条线索。黑暗巫师在换名字以前可以被任意的叫，明白了吧？”
“对，”哈利声音微弱的说。“好，我要走了。我要去参加一个宴会，我的朋友荷米恩现在该醒了吧……
多比伸出手围住哈利的腰，紧紧的抱着他。
“哈利。波特比多比我了解的要伟大的多！”他呜咽着说。“再见了，哈利。
波特！”
随着最后一次猛击头部的声音，多比消失了。
哈利。波特参加过几次霍格瓦彻的宴会，但这次去与众不同。
每个人都穿着睡衣，庆祝活动持续了一整晚。
哈利不知道最好的一点是荷米恩向他跑来，大叫着“你做到了！你做到了！”
还是贾斯丁匆匆赶过来，捏着他的手，为曾怀疑过他而无休无止的道歉，或是哈格力在三点半出现，拍打哈利和罗恩的肩膀——拍得太重以致于他们握在了蛋糕上，或是他和罗恩的400分使格林芬顿稳拿第二学年最佳学院杯，还是麦康娜教授站起来对他们说所有的考试都被取消了（“哦，不！”荷米恩说），或是丹伯多教授宣布由于罗克哈特教授必须去找回他的记忆，因此他很遗憾他在下一年不能回来了。
很多老师都为这一消息而欢呼不已。
“耻辱，”罗恩一边吃着甜饼圈一边说。“但我渐渐的开始喜欢他了。”
剩下的夏季就在明亮阳光的薄雾中过去了。霍格瓦彻又恢复了原样，只有一些小小的不同：黑暗巫术防卫课程被取消了（“但是我们还是有一大堆的练习，”罗恩对满腹牢骚的荷米恩说），露布斯。马尔夫也已被解雇，不再担任领导。马尔夫也不再大摇大摆的在学校走来走去，好像学校是属于他的一般。相反，他看起来满腔怨气和怒气。另一方面，金妮。威斯里又和以往一样开心了。
搭上霍格瓦彻特快回家的日子来的太快了。
哈利、罗恩、荷米恩、弗来德、乔治和金妮同坐一个车厢。他们充分利用最后几个小时，在放假前，表演魔法。他们玩弗利巴斯特烟花，并练习用魔咒消除对方武器。哈利对此非常在行。
当哈利记起一件事时，他们几乎已到国王十字口车站了。
“金妮，你知道伯希在干什么？他为什么不让你告诉别人？”
“哦，那个呀，”金妮咯咯的傻笑。“嘿——伯希交了一个女朋友。”
弗来德扔了一堆书在乔治头上。
“什么？”
“就是那个被袭击的罗尼文克劳的女孩，”金妮说。“去年一整个暑假伯希都在写信给她。他在学校各处与她秘密见面。一天我走进一间空教室，看见他们在接吻。当她——你知道——被袭击时，他很沮丧。你不会取笑他吧？”他焦虑的说。
“当然不会。”弗雷得说，他看起来好像生日到了一股开心。
“当然不会。”乔治窃笑。
霍格瓦彻特快开始减速，最后停了下来。
哈利拿出他的羽毛笔和一点羊皮纸，然后转向罗恩和荷米恩。
“这叫电话号码，”他告诉罗恩。他抄了两次号码，撕成两份，递给他们。
“去年夏天我告诉过你爸爸怎么使用电话，他知道的。
打电话给我，好吗？我无法忍受两个月里只跟达德里说话……”“可是你姨妈和姨丈会自豪的，不是吗？“荷米恩也说，也和罗恩下了火车，加入正向栏杆挤的人群。”当他们听到今年你干的那些事时？”
“自豪？”哈利说。“你疯了吗？那段时间我没有死，我没有设法死掉，他们会很生气的……”
接着他们一起朝着通向马格人世界的大门走去。
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