Chapter 95: Harry's Heart
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"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling again.
"You must have shown absolute loyalty and bravery to me in the Chamber of Secrets. Only this kind of loyalty and bravery can summon Fox to your side."
Hermione and Ron nodded incessantly at the side, and suddenly, the phoenix Fox flew to Dumbledore's side, and Dumbledore stroked it gently.
"Then Professor Dumbledore, the Basilisk has been eliminated, but the heir of Slytherin is still out there?" Hermione asked cautiously.
Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "It was Miss Ginny Weasley who released the basilisk."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a breath in shock.
"How is that possible? Ginny is only 11 years old; she's from Gryffindor; we've never had a Slytherin in the Weasleys, it's absurd--"
Ron was horrified by the news that Ginny was the heir to Slytherin, and Clumsily began to defend his sister.
"Mr. Weasley, calm down; Miss Weasley is innocent." Dumbledore comforted Ron with a soft voice.
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ron finally calmed down.
"What is going on here? Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione finally grasped the point of the matter and asked instead of Ron.
"A powerful black magic item controlled Miss Weasley, forcing her to release the basilisk. It was not her intention," Dumbledore explained.
"Black magic item?" Ron's face was pale and bloodless, and he was apprehensive about his sister at that moment.
"How about Ginny? Is she injured?" Ron was very uneasy. The news of Ginny made him so upset that he even stood up. Now, he wanted to go back and see how Ginny was doing.
"Ron, calm down; we saw Ginny before we came here; she's fine." Hermione tugged at Ron's sleeve, trying to make Ron calm down.
Ron finally realized that his sister might have escaped danger, so he sat back and waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"Mr. Weasley, don't worry; Miss Weasley is fully recovered and will not have any problems." Dumbledore said to Ron.
"Miss Weasley was fearless. That black magic item was so powerful that many older and more resourceful wizards than her would be blinded by it, but Miss Weasley got rid of her control in time and took it. The black magic item was handed over to Professor Ethan."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Ethan.
"Oh, my God, that's why Dobby didn't say anything then." Harry then understood why Dobby said there was something evil around Professor Ethan.
At the same time, he was also a little ashamed that he had suspected Professor Ethan then. After all, Ethan had always been protecting him.
"Then, Professor Dumbledore - what exactly is that dark magic item, and how did Ginny get that dark magic item?" Hermione asked with some doubts.
Dumbledore opened the drawer, took out Voldemort's notebook, and put it on the table. "That's what fascinated Ginny."
Harry picked up the diary in confusion and observed it. He didn't notice any difference between this diary and other diaries, except that there was a big hole running through the whole diary.
"Who owns this diary? How did it end up in Ginny's hands?" Ron was sure that there was no such thing in his house.
But Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to remember again; they seemed sure they had seen Ginny holding this diary a while ago.
"Professor Dumbledore, who does this diary belong to?" Harry asked his most curious question.
"It's Voldemort. He wrote this diary when he was sixteen when he sealed a piece of his soul in it." Dumbledore said this terrible thing in a relaxed tone.
Upon hearing this name, Harry, Ron, and Hermione shrank their heads in unison.
"However, how could he?" Harry was terrified by Voldemort, stuttering and speechless. He couldn't imagine that he had survived with Voldemort for half a semester.
"This is very dark and evil magic, Harry; I hope you don't even think about it." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and said to Harry and Ron.
The three little wizards nodded hurriedly. Since Dumbledore said this is very dangerous, they should try not to study it.
"Professor, I can also communicate with snakes. Does that mean I also have Slytherin blood?" Harry gritted his teeth and asked the question he was most worried about recently.
Harry already knew that Voldemort was the heir of Slytherin, and people with Slytherin blood were Parseltongue. Ever since Harry understood the particularity of his Parseltongue, he has been worried about this issue.
"Professor, the Sorting Hat once told me I would be perfect in Slytherin." Harry finally expressed his most profound concerns.
Ron and Hermione stretched out their ears simultaneously; Harry didn't tell them this.
"Harry, you speak Parseltongue," said Dumbledore quietly, "because Voldemort speaks Parseltongue."
"He was the last heir to Salazar Slytherin, and if I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his spells to you the night he scarred you, and he didn't mean to do that. Yes, I can be sure."
"Voldemort transferred a part of himself into my body?" Harry was stunned, and Ron and Hermione opened their mouths in surprise at the same time.
"So." Dumbledore nodded.
"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said desperately, staring at Dumbledore's face. "The Sorting Hat may have seen some of Slytherin's skills in me, but the hat."
"Put you in Gryffindor," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin values in his carefully selected students, some rare gifts of his own, Parseltongue, resourcefulness, strong will, and some Contempt for the law," said Dumbledore, his silver beard trembling slightly again.
Ethan nodded and agreed deeply. He deeply understood Salazar's "contempt for laws and regulations."
"But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why? Think about it."
"The reason it put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a shocked tone, "is because I asked not to go to Slytherin."
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, smiling again.
"This makes you and Voldemort very different. Harry, expressing our true selves is our choice, which is more important than our ability."
Harry sat motionless in his chair, completely stunned. "Harry, if you still need proof that you belong to Gryffindor, I suggest you take a closer look at this."
Dumbledore leaned over to pick up the bloodstained silver sword from the desk and handed it to Harry.
Harry flipped it over blankly, the ruby gleaming in the firelight. Then, he saw it, and a name was carved near the hilt: Godric Gryffindor.
"Only a real Gryffindor can pull it out of the hat, Harry," Dumbledore said simply.
Harry took a long breath, and now the biggest knot in his heart was untied.
"By the way, there's more about Dobby -" Harry didn't forget his old friend. He hurriedly wanted to ask about Dobby's situation. Hermione also pricked up her ears and listened carefully—An essential work goal.
"I have properly placed Dobby, Harry." Dumbledore smiled. "I must ask you to visit my office in a few days. Some school managers need the specifics of the Chamber incident. You should see Dobby by then."
Dumbledore sat up straight and tapped the table with his hand, "But I think we're all hungry; the celebration banquet has now been arranged for you in the auditorium, and we can enjoy the big meal together."
Only then did the three little wizards realize their stomachs were already grumbling because they were too nervous and didn't even feel hungry.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood impatiently, ready to enjoy the food.
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