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"But I'm not," said Harry, with a panic he couldn't quite explain.
"There you are," he said.
Percy swelled in a manner that reminded Harry forcefully of Mrs. Weasley.
"Riddle's diary's gone," he said in an undertone to Ron.
Madam Pomfrey wasn't at all pleased.
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "But I shudder to think ... If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have -"
He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby.
"For heaven's sake, Harry," said Hermione, exasperated, as one
"No, Harry, I don't," said Dumbledore, though his face was somber again. "But I still want to talk to you."
Harry, however, pocketed it.
"You should have come straight to me!" she raged, holding up
Hermione threw the new ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir feverishly.
"Well, hurry off to bed," said Dumbledore, giving Riddle exactly the kind of penetrating stare Harry knew so well. "Best not to roam the corridors these days. Not since . . ."
Harry went to bed before anyone else in his dormitory that night. This was partly because he didn't think he could stand Fred and George singing, "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad" one more time, and partly because he wanted to examine Riddle's diary again, and knew that Ron thought he was wasting his time.;