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The second years were given something new to think about during their Easter holidays. The time had come to choose their subjects for the third year, a matter that Hermione, at least, took very seriously.
â€œâ€¦it could affect our whole future,â€ she told Harry and Ron as they pored over lists of new subjects, marking them with checks.
â€œI just want to give up Potions,â€ said Harry.
â€œWe can't,â€ said Ron gloomily. â€œWe keep all our old subjects, or I'd've ditched Defense Against the Dark Arts.â€
â€œBut that's very important!â€ said Hermione, shocked.
â€œNot the way Lockhart teaches it,â€ said Ron. â€œI haven't learned anything from him except not to set pixies loose.â€
Neville Longbottom had been sent letters from all the witches and wizards in his family, all giving him different advice on what to choose. Confused and worried, he sat reading the subject lists with his tongue poking out, asking people whether they thought Arithmancy sounded more difficult than the study of Ancient Runes. Dean Thomas, who, like Harry, had grown up with Muggles, ended up closing his eyes and jabbing his wand at the list, then picking the subjects it landed on. Hermione took nobody's advice but signed up for everything.
Harry smiled grimly to himself at the thought of what Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would say if he tried to discuss his career in wizardry with them. Not that he didn't get any guidance: Percy Weasley was eager to share his experience.
â€œDepends where you want to go, Harry,â€ he said. â€œIt's never too early to think about the future, so I'd recommend Divination. People say Muggle Studies is a soft option, but I personally think wizards should have a thorough understanding of the non-magical community, particularly if they're thinking of working in close contact with them - look at my father, he has to deal with Muggle business all the time. My brother Charlie was always more of an outdoor type, so he went for Care of Magical Creatures. Play to your strengths, Harry.â€
But the only thing Harry felt he was really good at was Quidditch. In the end, he chose the same new subjects as Ron, feeling that if he was lousy at them, at least he'd have someone friendly to help him.
Gryffindor's next Quidditch match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that Harry barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework. However, the training sessions were getting better, or at least drier, and the evening before Saturday's match he went up to his dormitory to drop off his broomstick feeling Gryffindor's chances for the Quidditch cup had never been better.
But his cheerful mood didn't last long. At the top of the stairs to the dormitory, he met Neville Longbottom, who was looking frantic.
â€œHarry - I don't know who did it - I just foundâ€”â€
Watching Harry fearfully, Neville pushed open the door.
The contents of Harry's trunk had been thrown everywhere. His cloak lay ripped on the floor. The bedclothes had been pulled off his four-poster and the drawer had been pulled out of his bedside cabinet, the contents strewn over the mattress.
Harry walked over to the bed, open-mouthed, treading on a few loose pages of Travels with Trolls. As he and Neville pulled the blankets back onto his bed, Ron, Dean, and Seamus came in. Dean swore loudly.
â€œWhat happened, Harry?â€
â€œNo idea,â€ said Harry. But Ron was examining Harry's robes. All the pockets were hanging out.
â€œSomeone's been looking for something,â€ said Ron. â€œIs there anything missing?â€
Harry started to pick up all his things and throw them into his trunk. It was only as he threw the last of the Lockhart books back into it that he realized what wasn't there.
â€œRiddle's diary's gone,â€ he said in an undertone to Ron.
Harry jerked his head toward the dormitory door and Ron followed him out. They hurried down to the Gryffindor common room, which was half-empty, and joined Hermione, who was sitting alone, reading a book called Ancient Runes Made Easy .
Hermione looked aghast at the news.
â€œBut - only a Gryffindor could have stolen - nobody else knows our passwordâ€”â€
â€œExactly,â€ said Harry.
They woke the next day to brilliant sunshine and a light, refreshing breeze.
â€œPerfect Quidditch conditions!â€ said Wood enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, loading the team's plates with scrambled eggs. â€œHarry, buck up there, you need a decent breakfast.â€
Harry had been staring down the packed Gryffindor table, wondering if the new owner of Riddle's diary was right in front of his eyes. Hermione had been urging him to report the robbery, but Harry didn't like the idea. He'd have to tell a teacher all about the diary, and how many people knew why Hagrid had been expelled fifty years ago? He didn't want to be the one who brought it all up again.
As he left the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione to go and collect his Quidditch things, another very serious worry was added to Harry's growing list. He had just set foot on the marble staircase when he heard it yet again.
â€œKill this timeâ€¦ let me ripâ€¦ tearâ€¦â€
He shouted aloud and Ron and Hermione both jumped away from him in alarm.
â€œThe voice!â€ said Harry, -looking over his shoulder. â€œI just heard it again - didn't you?â€
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
â€œHarry - I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!â€
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
â€œWhat does she understand?â€ said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
â€œLoads more than I do,â€ said Ron, shaking his head.
â€œBut why's she got to go to the library?â€
â€œBecause that's what Hermione does,â€ said Ron, shrugging. â€œWhen in doubt, go to the library.â€
Harry stood, irresolute, trying to catch the voice again, but people were now emerging from the Great Hall behind him, talking loudly, exiting through the front doors on their way to the Quidditch pitch.
â€œYou'd better get moving,â€ said Ron. â€œIt's nearly eleven - the matchâ€”â€
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.
The teams walked onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goal posts; Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics.
Harry was just mounting his broom when Professor McGonagall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone.
Harry's heart dropped like a stone.
â€œThis match has been cancelled,â€ Professor McGonagall called through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.
â€œBut, Professor!â€ he shouted. â€œWe've got to play - the cup - Gryffindorâ€”â€
Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout through her megaphone:
â€œAll students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!â€
Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry over to her.
â€œPotter, I think you'd better come with meâ€¦â€
Wondering how she could possibly suspect him this time, Harry saw Ron detach himself from the complaining crowd; he came running up to them as they set off toward the castle. To Harry's surprise, Professor McGonagall didn't object.
â€œYes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasleyâ€¦â€
Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling about the match being canceled; others looked worried. Harry and Ron followed Professor McGonagall back into the school and up the marble staircase. But they weren't taken to anybody's office this time.
â€œThis will be a bit of a shock,â€ said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as they approached the infirmary. â€œThere has been another attackâ€¦ another double attack.â€
Harry's insides did a horrible somersault. Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and he and Ron entered. . Madam Pomfrey was bending over a fifth-year girl with long, curly hair. Harry recognized her as the Ravenclaw they'd accidentally asked for directions to the Slytherin common room. And on the bed next to her wasâ€”
â€œHermione!â€ Ron groaned.
Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.
â€œThey were found near the library,â€ said Professor McGonagall. â€œI don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to themâ€¦â€
She was holding up a small, circular mirror.
Harry and Ron shook their heads, both staring at Hermione.
â€œI will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower,â€ said Professor McGonagall heavily. â€œI need to address the students in any case.â€
â€œAll students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities.â€
The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to Professor McGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment from which she had been reading and said in a somewhat choked voice, â€œI need hardly add that I have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closed unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone who thinks they might know anything about them to come forward.â€
She climbed somewhat awkwardly out of the portrait hole, and the Gryffindors began talking immediately.
â€œThat's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff, â€ said the Weasley twins'friend Lee Jordan, counting on his fingers. â€œHaven't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin - why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?â€ he roared, to nods and scattered applause.
Percy Weasley was sitting in a chair behind Lee, but for once he didn't seem keen to make his views heard. He was looking pale and stunned.
â€œPercy's in shock,â€ George told Harry quietly. â€œThat Ravenclaw girl - Penelope Clearwater - she's a prefect. I don't think he thought the monster would dare attack a prefect.â€
But Harry was only half-listening. He didn't seem to be able to get rid of the picture of Hermione, lying on the hospital bed as though carved out of stone. And if the culprit wasn't caught soon, he was looking at a lifetime back with the Dursleys. Tom Riddle had turned Hagrid in because he was faced with the prospect of a Muggle orphanage if the school closed. Harry now knew exactly how he had felt.
â€œWhat're we going to do?â€ said Ron quietly in Harry's ear. â€œD'you think they suspect Hagrid?â€
â€œWe've got to go and talk to him,â€ said Harry, making up his mind. â€œI can't believe it's him this time, but if he set the monster loose last time he'll know how to get inside the Chamber of Secrets, and that's a start.â€
â€œBut McGonagall said we've got to stay in our tower unless we're in classâ€”â€
â€œI think,â€ said Harry, more quietly still, â€œit's time to get my dad's old cloak out again.â€
Harry had inherited just one thing from his father: a long and silvery Invisibility Cloak. It was their only chance of sneaking out of the school to visit Hagrid without anyone knowing about it. They went to bed at the usual time, waited until Neville, Dean, and Seamus had stopped discussing the Chamber of Secrets and finally fallen asleep, then got up, dressed again, and threw the cloak over themselves.
The journey through the dark and deserted castle corridors wasn't enjoyable. Harry, who had wandered the castle at night several times before, had never seen it so crowded after sunset. Teachers, prefects, and ghosts were marching the corridors in pairs, staring around for any unusual activity. Their Invisibility Cloak didn't stop them making any noise, and there was a particularly tense moment when Ron stubbed his toe only yards from the spot where Snape stood standing guard. Thankfully, Snape sneezed at almost exactly the moment Ron swore. It was with relief that they reached the oak front doors and eased them open.
It was a clear, starry night. They hurried toward the lit windows of Hagrid's house and pulled off the cloak only when they were right outside his front door.
Seconds after they had knocked, Hagrid flung it open. They found themselves face-to-face with him aiming a crossbow at them. Fang the boarhound barked loudly behind him.
â€œOh,â€ he said, lowering the weapon and staring at them. â€œWhat're you two doin'here?â€
â€œWhat's that for?â€ said Harry, pointing at the crossbow as they stepped inside.
â€œNothinâ€™- nothinâ€™-â€ Hagrid muttered. â€œI've bin expectinâ€™- doesn'matter - Sit down - I'll make teaâ€”â€
He hardly seemed to know what he was doing. He nearly extinguished the fire, spilling water from the kettle on it, and then smashed the teapot with a nervous jerk of his massive hand.
â€œAre you okay, Hagrid?â€ said Harry. â€œDid you hear about Hermione?â€
â€œOh, I heard, all righ',â€ said Hagrid, a slight break in his voice.
He kept glancing nervously at the windows. He poured them both large mugs of boiling water (he had forgotten to add tea bags) and was just putting a slab of fruitcake on a plate when there was a loud knock on the door.
Hagrid dropped the fruitcake. Harry and Ron exchanged panicstricken looks, then threw the Invisibility Cloak back over themselves and retreated into a corner. Hagrid checked that they were hidden, seized his crossbow, and flung open his door once more.
â€œGood evening, Hagrid.â€
It was Dumbledore. He entered, looking deadly serious, and was followed by a second, very odd-looking man.
The stranger had rumpled gray hair and an anxious expression, and was wearing a strange mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots. Under his arm he carried a lime-green bowler.
â€œThat's Dad's boss!â€ Ron breathed. â€œCornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic!â€
Harry elbowed Ron hard to make him shut up.
Hagrid had gone pale and sweaty. He dropped into one of his chairs and looked from Dumbledore to Cornelius Fudge.
â€œBad business, Hagrid,â€ said Fudge in rather clipped tones. â€œVery bad business. Had to come. Four attacks on Muggle-borns. Things've gone far enough. Ministry's got to act.â€
â€œI never,â€ said Hagrid, looking imploringly at Dumbledore. â€œYou know I never, Professor Dumbledore, sirâ€”â€
â€œI want it understood, Cornelius, that Hagrid has my full confidence,â€ said Dumbledore, frowning at Fudge.
â€œLook, Albus,â€ said Fudge, uncomfortably. â€œHagrid's record's against him. Ministry's got to do something - the school governors have been in touchâ€”â€
â€œYet again, Cornelius, I tell you that taking Hagrid away will not help in the slightest,â€ said Dumbledore. His blue eyes were full of a fire Harry had never seen before.
â€œLook at it from my point of view,â€ said Fudge, fidgeting with his bowler. â€œI'm under a lot of pressure. Got to be seen to be doing something. If it turns out it wasn't Hagrid, he'll be back and no more said. But I've got to take him. Got to. Wouldn't be doing my dutyâ€”â€
â€œTake me?â€ said Hagrid, who was trembling. â€œTake me where?â€
â€œFor a short stretch only,â€ said Fudge, not meeting Hagrid's eyes. â€œNot a punishment, Hagrid, more a precaution. If someone else is caught, you'll be let out with a full apologyâ€”â€
â€œNot Azkaban?â€ croaked Hagrid.
Before Fudge could answer, there was another loud rap on the door.
Dumbledore answered it. It was Harry's turn for an elbow in the ribs; he'd let out an audible gasp.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy strode into Hagrid's hut, swathed in a long black traveling cloak, smiling a cold and satisfied smile. Fang started to growl.
â€œAlready here, Fudge,â€ he said approvingly. â€œGood, goodâ€¦â€
â€œWhat're you doin'here?â€ said Hagrid furiously. â€œGet outta my house!â€
â€œMy dear man, please believe me, I have no pleasure at all in being inside your - er - d'you call this a house?â€ said Lucius Malfoy, sneering as he looked around the small cabin. â€œI simply called at the school and was told that the headmaster was here.â€
â€œAnd what exactly did you want with me, Lucius?â€ said Dumbledore. He spoke politely, but the fire was still blazing in his blue eyes.
â€œDreadful thing, Dumbledore,â€ said Malfoy lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, â€œbut the governors feel it's time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension - you'll find all twelve signatures on it. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school.â€
â€œOh, now, see here, Lucius,â€ said Fudge, looking alarmed, â€œDumbledore suspended - no, no - last thing we want just now.â€
â€œThe appointment - or suspension - of the headmaster is a matter for the governors, Fudge,â€ said Mr. Malfoy smoothly. â€œAnd as Dumbledore has failed to stop these attacksâ€”â€
â€œSee here, Malfoy, if Dumbledore can't stop them,â€ said Fudge, whose upper lip was sweating now, â€œI mean to say, who can?â€
â€œThat remains to be seen,â€ said Mr. Malfoy with a nasty smile. â€œBut as all twelve of us have votedâ€”â€
Hagrid leapt to his feet, his shaggy black head grazing the ceiling.
An'how many did yeh have ter threaten an'blackmail before they agreed, Malfoy, eh?â€ he roared.
â€œDear, dear, you know, that temper of yours will lead you into trouble one of these days, Hagrid,â€ said Mr. Malfoy. â€œI would advise you not to shout at the Azkaban guards like that. They won't like it at all.â€
â€œYeh can'take Dumbledore!â€ yelled Hagrid, making Fang the boarhound cower and whimper in his basket. â€œTake him away, an'the Muggle-borns won'stand a chance! There'll be killin'next!â€
â€œCalm yourself, Hagrid,â€ said Dumbledore sharply. He looked at Lucius Malfoy.
â€œIf the governors want my removal, Lucius, I shall of course step asideâ€”â€
â€œBut -â€ stuttered Fudge.
â€œNo!â€ growled Hagrid.
Dumbledore had not taken his bright blue eyes off Lucius Malfoy's cold gray ones.
â€œHowever,â€ said Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, â€œyou will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to meâ€¦ Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.â€
For a second, Harry was almost sure Dumbledore's eyes flickered toward the corner where he and Ron were hidden.
â€œAdmirable sentiments,â€ said Malfoy, bowing. â€œWe shall all miss your - er - highly individual way of running things, Albus, and only hope your successor willl manage to prevent any - ah - killins.â€
He strode to the cabin door, opened it, and bowed Dumbledore out. Fudge, fiddling with his bowler, waited for Hagrid to go ahead of him, but Hagrid stood his ground, took a deep breath, and said carefully, â€œIf anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead em right. That's all I'm sayin'.â€
Fudge stared at him in amazement.
â€œAll right, I'm comin', said Hagrid, pulling on his moleskin overcoat. But as he was about to follow Fudge through the door, he stopped again and said loudly, â€œAn'someone'll need ter feed Fang while I'm away.â€
The door banged shut and Ron pulled off the Invisibility Cloak.
â€œWe're in trouble now,â€ Ron said hoarsely. â€œNo Dumbledore. They might as well close the school tonight. There'll be an attack a day with him gone.â€
Fang started howling, scratching at the closed door.
The Chamber of Secrets
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