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"Hermione, come out, we've got loads to tell you -"
"All right there, Scarhead?" yelled Malfoy, shooting underneath him as though to show off the speed of his broom.
"Who is it, Dobby?" Harry said, keeping a firm hold on Dobby's
"Azkaban - the wizard prison, Goyle," said Malfoy, looking at him in disbelief "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward."
"Harry - I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!"
Riddle slid off his chair and slouched out of the room. Harry followed him.
growing dark. When he looked back at the diary, he saw fresh words forming.
"Loads more than I do," said Ron, shaking his head.
"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."
He peered more closely at Harry from under his thick, snowflecked eyebrows.
Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.
His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord
He seized the elf's bony wrist as Dobby's hand inched toward the water jug. "But I'm not Muggle-born - how can I be in danger from the Chamber?"
Harry couldn't take anymore. Clearing his throat loudly, he stepped out from behind the bookshelves. If he hadn't been feeling so angry, he would have found the sight that greeted him funny: Every one of the Hufflepuffs looked as though they had been Petrified by the sight of him, and the color was draining out of Ernie's face.？