Harry recalled the time of the Sorting House last year, "The reason it put me in Gryffindor," he said in a tone of frustration, "was because I offered to come to Gryffindor and not to Slytherin ......"

"That's right," Dumbledore said, a smile on his face, "it's our choice to express our true selves, and that's more important than what we have." ”

Harry sat motionless in his chair, looking completely dumbfounded.

Dudley sighed, he felt that Harry was a little hypocritical, honestly, he himself would not care where he would be divided, "Harry, you must know that only we can decide who we are. ”

He stood up, walked to the side shelf, and picked up the worn-out Sorting Hat, "Slytherin, Gryffindor, or any other house." It's all the same, and the role of the College is to make us see our potential to stand out. For example, Merlin, a great wizard, is actually a Slytherin house. ”

Harry looked at Dudley in shock, this was the first time he had heard that Merlin was actually from Slytherin House, and in his subconscious, he thought that Slytherin House would only produce dark wizards.

Dudley silently placed the worn Sorting Hat in front of Harry.

"What?" said Harry, looking back and forth between Dudley and the Sorting Hat, confused.

"Remember the sword I used in the Chamber of Secrets? ”

Harry looked hesitantly at the Sorting Hat on the table, reaching out and grabbing it. It wasn't the first time he'd picked up the Sorting Hat, but it was definitely the heaviest it felt.

"Is that really possible?" he looked at Dudley, Ron, and finally at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't stop Harry, but gave him a look of encouragement.

Harry put his right hand into his hat, remembering that Dudley had done the same when he was in the Chamber of Secrets, and then pulled out a sword.

He reached out and touched it, but he didn't touch anything, and he was full of frustration and was ready to take his hand out. But at this moment, he felt a coldness in the palm of his hand.

The corners of Harry's mouth lifted slightly, and he slammed his palm against the outside of his hat, a ruby glowing a dazzling red.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Look closely at the hilt of your sword," Durinu said.

"Godric Gryffindor ......"

"It proves that you are the real Gryffindor," Dumbledore crossed his chin with his fingers crossed, his silver-white beard casually in front of him, "Only a real Gryffindor can pull it out of his hat." ”

For a moment, there was silence in the office, no one spoke again, and Harry gently stroked the name.

"Bang!"

The door to Dumbledore's office was slammed open.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, furious. Underneath his arm was a trembling Dobby, covered in bandages.

"Good afternoon, Lucius. Dumbledore said kindly.

As soon as Malfoy's arm loosened, Dobby fell directly to the ground, and he rushed into the room, his hands propped up on the table, "I'm not good at all," his cold eyes stared at Dumbledore, "How is my son? Why is he hurt!"

"Because of the Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore said unhurriedly.

"Then why didn't you stop the attack?" he asked, exasperated, "did you catch the murderer?"

"Tsk," Dudley said in a strange voice as he sat on the side, he was very upset with this guy, and he wanted the wicked to sue first. He glanced at Malfoy and said, "It seems that our old Mr. Malfoy is getting some disjointed information......

"What do you mean?" he looked at Dudley with a haughty expression, "when is it your turn to speak here?" ”

Dudley shrugged his shoulders and drilled his ears with his little finger, "If I'm not mistaken, it's Draco Malfoy who opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk." ”

"Bang Dang~"

Malfoy's cane, leaning on the edge of the table, slipped and fell to the ground.

Malfoy's face was much paler, his eyes glinted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have proof? ”

Dudley rolled his eyes and pulled a small golden horn from his wizard's robes, which was not yet the size of his palm, and pressed the button on the small horn.

A voice was played out of the speaker......

Dudley smashed it, smashed it, and really wanted to thank Hermione, who had an explosive alchemy level.

He looked at Malfoy's changing face with interest, a small smile on his lips, and then he turned off the horn.

Seeing this, Malfoy wanted to snatch it, but with a flick of his wrist, he put away the little golden trumpet, and he leaned back and said very comfortably, "If this voice is revealed......

Malfoy looked at Dudley with an ugly look on his face, he clenched his hand into a fist and released it, and then squeezed it on, "What condition?" he asked, taking a deep breath.

"One hundred thousand gold Galleons. ”

"Impossible!" Malfoy slammed the table, and he yelled angrily, "Why don't you go and rob." ”

Dudley pretended to pat his heart, "It's much safer and more effective than robbery." ”

"Twenty thousand gold Galleons. ”

"Deal!"

Dudley quickly agreed, and he laughed, it was easy to make money, much easier than writing a book.

The 20,000 gold galleons were much more than he expected in his heart, in fact, even if this voice was lost, with the Malfoy family's ability, it would be easy to solve, at most, even if little Malfoy would leave a small stain.

So, not to mention 20,000 gold galleons, even if it is 10,000 or several thousand gold galleons, Dudley will agree.

Malfoy gave Dudley a deep look.

"Money for delivery," Dudley smiled and nodded at Malfoy, "Thank you for your patronage!"

Dumbledore tapped on the table, he looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "Now that everything is clear, it was Voldemort's diary that controlled Malfoy's actions. ”

He bites the word 'control' very hard, directly defining the nature of this incident, which is control rather than the original intention.

Malfoy didn't say anything, and gave Dumbledore a mocking look.

"Let's go, Dobby!"

"Wait," Dumbledore looked at Malfoy with a smile, "Lucius, I'm going to give you a word of advice, don't give out the old stuff from Voldemort's student days, you see," he pointed to the true and false journal on the table, "this fake journal, if anyone writes on it, they will be cursed to die." If someone dies, I think Arthur Weasley will be able to find out if it came from you......"

Malfoy clutched the cane in his hand, and it was clear that he was very uneasy about the words.

He stood for a moment before walking towards the door, kicking Dobby, who was running in a panic, out of the way.