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"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
"It was you!" he said slowly. "You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"
"Hermione, we know Millicent Bulstrode's ugly, no one's going to know it's you -"
The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second and then, as though it was being sucked into the page, vanished. Excited, Harry loaded up his quill a second time and wrote, "My name is Harry Potter."
"Stomachache," Ron grunted.
"He always seems so nice, though," said Hannah uncertainly, "and, well, he's the one who made You-Know-Who disappear. He can't be all bad, can he?"
He knew now where he was being taken. This must be where Dumbledore lived.
All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers, and late that afternoon as the Gryffindors were walking upstairs for Charms, one of the dwarfs caught up with Harry.
Harry saw at once that it was a diary, and the faded year on the cover told him it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could just make out the name "T M. Riddle" in smudged ink.
"You mean all these attacks, sir?" said Riddle, and Harry's heart leapt, and he moved closer, scared of missing anything.
Harry and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each day's homework.
Before he had had time to regain his breath, the dormitory door opened and Ron came in.
"Oh, don't," she wailed every time Fred asked Harry loudly who he was planning to attack next, or when George pretended to ward Harry off with a large clove of garlic when they met.
They marched in silence around a corner and she stopped before a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle.