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"It won't come until it is called," said Riddle calmly.
His aunt was back outside the door.
"I have good news," she said, and the Great Hall, instead of falling silent, erupted.
"Calm yourself, Hagrid," said Dumbledore sharply. He looked at Lucius Malfoy.
"The Heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was very white, "left another message. Right underneath the first one. `Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever. "'
An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe. Harry could hear Lockhart dangling below him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!" The chill air was whipping through Harry's hair, and before he'd stopped enjoying the ride, it was over -- all four of them were hitting the wet floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and as Lockhart straightened his hat, the sink that hid the pipe was sliding back into place.
They were almost at King's Cross when Harry remembered something.
But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter!"
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
Harry swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned back against his pillows, watching the moon glinting at him through the tower window.
"I - I really never - you may have misunderstood -"
The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to Professor McGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment
"And we thought it was going to attack us!" said Ron, leaning against the car and patting it. "I wondered where it had gone!"
where else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
"Get up," said Ron sharply, pointing his wand at Lockhart.
"It was my word against Hagrid's, Harry. Well, you can imagine how it looked to old Armando Dippet. On the one hand, Tom Riddle, poor but brilliant, parentless but so brave, school prefect, model student ... on the other hand, big, blundering Hagrid, in trouble every other week, trying to raise werewolf cubs under his bed, sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest to wrestle trolls ... but I
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.（央视记者 徐海霞）