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"We're going to talk now," said Riddle, still smiling broadly, and he pocketed Harry's wand.
"What d'you mean?" said Harry, whose mouth had gone very dry.
"Prove it," he hissed.
"We're taking no more chances," Madam Pomfrey told them severely through a crack in the infirmary door. "No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off . . ."
"and we could've asked her, and now. . ."
He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:
together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way -- all over the place.
Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead and something fell into Harry's lap -- the diary.
Hagrid leapt to his feet, his shaggy black head grazing the ceiling.
He couldn't not go, not now they had found the entrance to the Chamber, not if there was even the faintest, slimmest, wildest chance that Ginny might be alive.
And Ron looked even unhappier about that.
Harry blundered after Ron toward the light, stumbling and tripping, and a moment later they had emerged into a clearing.
"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
"What are you talking about?" said Harry.
"Ouch! What're you -"
Harry raced up to Gryffindor Tower, collected his Nimbus Two Thousand, and joined the large crowd swarming across the grounds, but his mind was still in the castle along with the bodiless voice, and as he pulled on his scarlet robes in the locker. room, his only comfort was that everyone was now outside to watch the game.