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"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
"Why do you care how I escaped?" said Harry slowly. "Voldemort was after your time ......
He couldn't help it - he opened his eyes wide enough to squint at what was going on.
Dumbledore answered it. It was Harry's turn for an elbow in the ribs; he'd let out an audible gasp.
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
Ron went as briglitly pink as Lockhart's valentine flowers and closed his mouth again.
and I don't know where I was. Tom, what am I going to do? I think I'm going mad... I think I'm the one attacking everyone, Tom!"
Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it.
It was as though somebody had just flicked a light on in his brain.
About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put
Harry wheeled around to stare at Ron. "Not another attack? Not now?" "What'll we do?" said Ron, aghast. "Go back to the dormitory?" "No," said Harry, glancing around. There was an ugly sort of wardrobe to his left, full of the teachers' cloaks. "In here. Let's hear what it's all about. Then we can tell them what we've found out."
Riddle's smile broadened.
You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter," he said softly. "They were meddlesome fools, too.
And with a final loud crack, Dobby disappeared.
If this is dying, thought Harry, it's not so bad.
They hid themselves inside it, listening to the rumbling of hundreds of people moving overhead, and the staff room door banging open. From between the musty folds of the cloaks, they watched the teachers filtering into the room. Some of them were looking puzzled, others downright scared. Then Professor McGonagall arrived.。
When the hubbub had subsided, Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. I need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with our catching the culprit."。