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Chapter 150 Extra Points
"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"That's what we all want to know," said Professor McGonagall feebly.

Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry. Harry hesitated for a moment, walked to the desk, put the Sorting Hat
The ruby-studded silver sword and the remains of Riddle's diary lay on the table.

Then he began to tell them exactly what happened.He spoke for about a quarter of an hour, and everyone listened so intently that the room was completely silent.He told of how he kept hearing that ghostly voice, and that Hermione had tried so hard to realize that he had heard a basilisk lurking in a water pipe; and how he and Ron had followed a spider into Aragog told them where the last victim of the basilisk was killed, and he guessed that Moaning Myrtle was that victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was probably in her bathroom inside……

"Very good," Professor McGonagall encouraged him to continue when he paused, "so you discovered where the entrance is - and I might add, you broke more than 100 school rules along the way - but you How on earth did you narrowly escape from there, Potter?"

So Harry went on, his voice hoarse from talking all the time.He told them how Fox arrived in time, how the Sorting Hat gave him the sword, and how Caesar helped him in a critical moment.But then, his voice became hesitant.He'd been avoiding mentioning Riddle's diary earlier - mentioning Ginny.At this moment, Ginny was standing there with her head resting on Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, tears still rolling down her cheeks silently.What if they fired her?Harry thought nervously.Riddle's diary was out of order...how could they prove that Riddle forced her to do those things?

Harry instinctively turned his gaze to Dumbledore, who saw the headmaster smiling faintly, the firelight flashing quickly on his half-moon-shaped glasses.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore mildly, "is how Voldemort managed to confuse Ginny, since, according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania."

"I think I can help him explain this question. It's a mysterious person who confused Ginny!"

At this time, a voice came from the door, it was Adams.

"W-what?" said Mrs. Weasley in a startled voice. "You-Know-Who? Confused Ginny? But Ginny wasn't... Ginny didn't... did she?"

As soon as Adams' voice fell, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help shouting, with a look of surprise on her face.

"It's all about this diary," Adams said with a hint of playfulness in his words. He took the diary from Harry and showed it to Dumbledore. "It was written when Riddle was 16 years old."

Dumbledore took the diary from Adams, and gazed down his long, crooked nose, gazing intently at the damp, charred pages.

"Remarkable," he said softly. "Needless to say, he's probably the best student Hogwarts has ever seen." He turned to face Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, both of whom looked very confused .

"Few people know that Voldemort used to be called Tom Riddle. I taught him at Hogwarts 50 years ago. He disappeared after leaving school...traveled and traveled to the ends of the world...in the dark arts. Deeper and deeper in the quagmire, mingling with the most evil guys in the wizarding world, after many dangerous magical transformations, and finally reappearing as Voldemort, people have hardly recognized him. Almost no one associates Voldemort with being here The smart, handsome boy student body president who went to school."

"But Ginny," asked Mrs. Weasley, "what does our Ginny have to do with—him?"

"His di-diary!" sobbed Ginny, "I've been-writing in it, and he's been writing-replying to me for a whole year-"

"Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, dumbfounded. "Haven't I taught you? What have I been telling you? Never trust anything that can think for itself unless you see it Hidden somewhere. Why didn't you show me or your mother the diary? A suspicious thing like that, obviously full of dark magic!"

"I—I don't know," Ginny was still weeping bitterly, "I found it in a book my mother gave me. I—I thought someone had it in there and forgot..."

"Miss Weasley should go to the school hospital at once," interjected Dumbledore involuntarily. "It will be a painful ordeal for her. The school will not punish her. Many older than her, Wizards more resourceful than her have been fooled by Voldemort." He strode to the door and opened it. "Bed rest, maybe, and a big cup of steaming chocolate milk, I always think it's good for my mood," he said, winking kindly at Ginny with his head bowed. "You'll find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She was just dispensing a mandrake potion—and I dare say the basilisk's victims could wake up at any moment."

"So Hermione's all right!" said Harry happily.

"No lasting harm done," said Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, followed by Mr. Weasley, still looking very shocked.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall thoughtfully, "I think these things are worthy of a banquet to celebrate. May I ask you to inform the kitchen Woolen cloth?"

"Okay," Professor McGonagall said simply, and started to walk towards the door, "I'll leave Potter and Weasley to you, right?"

"Of course," said Dumbledore.

"Then I'll take another student away first." McGonagall was talking about Adams.

"Good luck, Harry." Adams comforted Harry before going out, and then Harry, Ron and Headmaster Dumbledore were left in the classroom.

Harry and Ron stared at Dumbledore uneasily.What did Professor McGonagall mean by what he just said?deal with them?Shouldn't they—shouldn't they be punished?

"I seem to remember saying to you both that if you violate the school rules again, I will have to expel you," said Dumbledore.

Ron's mouth opened in horror.

"It just goes to show that even the best of us sometimes have to say what we mean." Dumbledore continued with a smile, "Both of you have received awards for special contributions to the school, and - - Let me see - by the way, you each scored two hundred points for Gryffindor."

Ron's face suddenly turned bright pink, like the Valentine's flowers Lockhart sent everyone.

(End of this chapter)