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Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Harry went to tip an armful of withered stalks onto the compost heap and found himself face-to-face with Ernie Macmillan. Ernie took a deep breath and said, very formally, "I just want to say, Harry, that I'm sorry I ever suspected you. I know you'd never attack Hermione Granger, and I apologize for all the stuff I said. We're all in the same boat now, and, well -"
"Oh, well ... Id just been thinking ... if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver.
The smile had gone from Riddle's face, to be replaced by a very ugly look.
There was a sudden movement behind them. Gilderoy Lockhart's knees had given way.
Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."
"We're going to talk now," said Riddle, still smiling broadly, and he pocketed Harry's wand.
Dumbledore had not taken his bright blue eyes off Lucius Malfoy's cold gray ones.
"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?"
Harry didn't answer. He might not see what use Fawkes or the Sorting Hat were, but he was no longer alone, and he waited for Riddle to stop laughing with his courage mounting.
Harry looked up at the beds around him.
"We must be miles under the school," said Harry, his voice echoing in the black tunnel.
"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer).
"Books can be misleading," said Lockhart delicately.
"Er - well - it's not terribly -" The side of Lockhart's face that they could see looked very uncomfortable. "I mean - well all right -"
"This is called a telephone number," he told Ron, scribbling it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. "I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer - he'll know. Call me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to ......