When everyone left the room, they looked at Xingzhe for the third time, each of them couldn't help but look at Xingzhe, Xingzhe finally couldn't help blushing, it seems that today is an invisible pretense?

"Owen, Paul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" said Dumbledore, "Although you have good intentions, Mr. Filch is obviously very angry that you are flying around the school, and it is late at night, and Professor Flitwick is not aware of it for the time being....... But I'm willing to explain it to you, but hopefully we'll be able to talk about it separately. ”

What would Dumbledore say to me? Xingzhe has no score in his heart, but... As long as it succeeds in weakening Voldemort, that's good.

"I remember I seemed to have said to both of you that if you break the school rules again, I'll have to expel you." Dumbledore said.

Ron's mouth opened wide in horror.

"This shows that even the best of us can sometimes only talk." Dumbledore smiled and continued, "You both received awards for special contributions to the school, and - let me think about it - by the way, each of you earned two hundred points for Gryffindor. ”

Ron's face suddenly turned a bright pink, like Lockhart's Valentine's Day flowers for everyone, and his mouth was closed.

"Of course, Mr. Owen Paul earned three hundred points for Ravenclaw College!"

Clear... Such... That's not bad. Xingzhe was a little surprised in his heart, after all, he had never cared about this score, but adding so many points this time would definitely reverse the unfavorable situation that he was despised in Ravenclaw! Oh also!

"But one of us has remained eerily silent about this thrilling adventure." Dumbledore said, "Why are you so humble, Gildero? ”

Xingzhe sneered in his heart. Lockhart is also to blame. He saw Lockhart standing in the corner of the room, still with that warm smile on his face. When Dumbledore asked him a question, Lockhart turned his head to see who Dumbledore was talking to.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ron said quickly, "there's an accident in the Chamber of Secrets below. Professor Lockhart—"

"What, I'm a professor?" Lockhart said with a slight surprise, "Oh my God, I didn't think I was going to be very good!" ”

"He tried to cast an amnestic spell, and the wand fired backwards." Ron explained to Dumbledore in a whisper.

"My God," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, his long, silver-white beard trembling slightly, "Gildero, you were stabbed by your own sword?" ”

"Sword?" Lockhart said confusedly, "I don't have a sword." Those two boys have swords," he pointed to Harry and Seong-cheol, "or do you want them both?" I'll lend you a handful. ”

"Excuse me, can you get Professor Lockhart to the hospital as well?" Dumbledore said to Ron.

Lockhart walked out with brisk steps. As Ron closed the door, he glanced back at Dumbledore and Harry curiously.

Dumbledore walked over to a chair by the fire.

"Sit down, Harry, and Owen." He said. Xingzhe and Harry sat down, and Xingzhe felt the nervousness of Harry's flying now, indescribably nervous.

"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling again, "you must have shown absolute loyalty to me in the Chamber of Secrets below. Only this loyalty can summon Fawkes to your side. ”

The phoenix had fluttered to Dumbledore's lap, and he stroked it gently. Harry smiled unnaturally as Dumbledore watched.

"So you've met Tom Riddle," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "and I can imagine that he was most interested in you......"

Suddenly, something that had been bothering Harry blurted out of his mouth.

Professor Dumbledore...... Riddle said I was like him. There are some peculiar parallels, he says......"

"That's what he said?" Dumbledore said, eyes under thick silver eyebrows looking at Harry pensively, "What do you think, Harry?" ”

"I'm not like him!" Harry said, not wanting to speak in such a loud voice, "I mean, I- I'm in Gryffindor, I'm ......"

But he was silent, and a trace of doubt resurfaced in his mind.

"Professor," he said after a moment, "the Sorting Hat told me that I would be good in Slytherin. For a while, everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin...... Because I'll say Parseltongue ......"

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue," Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort speaks Parseltongue. He was the last heir of Salazar Slytherin. If I'm not mistaken, the night he scarred you, he transferred some of his own spells to you. He didn't mean to, I'm sure ......"

"Voldemort transferred a part of himself into my body?" Harry was stunned.

"Apparently so."

"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said, staring desperately at Dumbledore's face, "The Sorting Hat may have seen some Slytherin skills in me, and it ......"

"Put you in Gryffindor." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his careful selection of students. Some of his own rare talents, Parseltongue...... Resourceful...... Strong-willed...... There is also a certain contempt for the rules and regulations of the law. He said, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, "But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why?" Think about it. ”

"Harry, in fact, when the sorting hat was on my head, I also considered many houses, and he said that all four houses were suitable for me, but I finally weighed it and I chose Ravenclaw House." It's time for Xingzhe to interject a sentence.

"Yes?" Harry said in a disheartened and hopeful tone, "I also proposed not to go to Slytherin at the time......"

"That's right," Dumbledore said, smiling again, "and that makes you very different from Tom Riddle. Harry, it is our own choice to express our true selves, which is more important than the ability we have. ”

Harry sat motionless in his chair, completely frozen.

"Harry, if you still need proof that you really belong to Gryffindor, I suggest you take a closer look at this."

Dumbledore leaned over and picked up the bloodstained silver sword from Professor McGonagall's desk and handed it to Harry. Harry flipped it over in a daze, the ruby shining in the firelight. Then he saw a name engraved near the hilt of the sword.

Godric Gryffindor.

"Only a real Gryffindor can pull it out of his hat, Harry." Dumbledore said simply.