The office was quiet at first, but then a scream rang out.

"Ginny!" was Mrs. Weasley's voice, who had been crying in front of the fire! She strode forward, followed closely by Mr. Weasley, both of whom simultaneously put their arms around their precious daughter. Then Xenoflius rushed over and hugged Joe and Luna tightly, and Joe suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had seen ・・・・・・You know.

Several people looked past them and into the house. Professor Dumbledore stood by the mantelpiece, smiling pleasantly. Next to him stood Professor McGonagall, her hands clutching her chest, gasping for air. As Harry and Ron were embraced by Mrs. Weasley, Fawkes leaned on Dumbledore's shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear, and the White Wizard looked at Joe without a trace.

"You saved her, you saved her, how did you do it?" "That's what we all want to know. Professor McGonagall said in a faint voice.

Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated, glanced at Joe, and after receiving the latter's signal, he walked over to the table and placed the ruby sword in the Sorting Hat and the remains of Riddle's journal on the table.

Then he began to tell everyone what was going on. When he talked about him and Ron guessing the entrance to the chamber and going to Lockhart for help, he glanced at Joe and stopped.

"Very well," Professor McGonagall noticed Harry's gaze, "so that means you've found the entrance—I must say, you've broken more than 100 school rules along the way—but how did you get out of there alive? ”

"I'll tell you!" she interjected, as she was lying in Xenophilius's arms, when she heard Professor McGonagall's question. Then she began to speak, she said that she had been attacked by the basilisk and fainted, and when she woke up, Joe was standing beside her, and she was able to avoid the night when the two of them had a basilisk with them, and the fight between Joe and Riddle, and instead said that Ha had pierced the basilisk with a sword, and finally destroyed the diary with a sword.

As she spoke, Harry and Ron stopped talking a few times, and Joe stared at them for a few moments before they reacted and stopped care.

And Ginny, she had been buried her head in Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks. What if they fired her? Harry and Ron looked at each other in a flustered manner, as if they were afraid that she would be fired. The two instinctively looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling, and a glimmer of light swept through his half-moon glasses.

I XXX, Joe scolded in his heart, Dumbledore, you actually use the Dementor to take thoughts, everyone present, including McGonagall, may not feel it, but how can Joe, who has cultivated the Occlumency Technique to already be able to deceive the Sorting Hat, not feel it, he lowered his head and avoided the warm gaze of the White Wizard.

"I'm most interested," Dumbledore said mildly, "that I have sources that say Voldemort is hiding in the Albanian forest, so how did he fool Ginny?" Joe noticed that the White Wizard had been staring at Harry as he said this, and Harry's expression quickly eased from his initial panic.

"W-what?" asked Mrs. Weasley, stunned. "'That man' bewitched Ginny with magic, but Ginny wasn't...... Ginny didn't ...... Does she have it?" "This is the diary," Harry said quickly, picking it up and handing it to Dumbledore. Riddle wrote it when he was 16 years old. Dumbledore took the diary from Harry's hand, lowered his long, curved nose and looked at the damp, burnt pages of the diary.

"Clever!" he said softly. "Of course, he's probably the smartest student Hogwarts has ever seen. He turned and walked over to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who were confused.

He then educates the group about Voldemort's past, promises Ginny that he will not be punished, and finally announces that the mandrake is ripe.

"So, Hermione is fine!" Ron said cheerfully.

"Danger does not cause lasting harm. Dumbledore said.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley then took Ginny to the school hospital, and Xenophilius followed them with Luna.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think it's worth a feast, a little bit of a celebration." Can you go to the kitchen and call them informed?"

Dumbledore broke Professor McGonagall and began the meeting of naked favoritism.

"We seem to remember telling both of you that if you break any more school rules, I'm going to have to expel you. "Dumbledore is starting to pretend to be X.

Then he continued, "This means that even the best of us sometimes have to be silent, and all three of you will receive a special contribution to the school (a hush award), and - let me think about it - by the way, I think you can each add 200 points to Gryffindor House. Dumbledore watched with interest as Harry and Ron's expressions turned from pale to pink, and as for Joe's unfazed appearance, he didn't seem surprised (there were ghosts by accident).

It's a lot of bad taste!" Joe grumbled inwardly.

"Mr. Weasley, you're tired along the way, too! I'd like to have a few words with Harry and Joe......" Dumbledore ordered Ron to be evicted, and Ron left, glancing curiously back at a few people as he closed the door.

Dumbledore crossed his legs and sat down in a chair in front of the heater.

"Sit down, Harry, and Joe," he said. Harry and Joe sat down.

"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling again. "You must have shown true and absolute loyalty in the Chamber of Secrets. Only this loyalty can summon Fawkes to your side. He stroked Fawkes, who flew into his lap, and looked at Harry, who grinned awkwardly as Dumbledore watched.

"So you've met Tom Riddle. Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "As you can imagine, he's most interested in you......" Suddenly Harry said something that had been bothering him for a long time.

Professor Dumbledore...... Riddle and I seemed to have many strange similarities, and he said......" "Did he say that?" Dumbledore's silver eyelashes looked at Harry thoughtfully. "What do you think? Harry?" "I don't think I'm like him!" Harry said, louder than he expected. "I mean, I- I'm at Gryffindor, I am—" But he didn't continue, a flash of doubt running through his head.

"Professor," he said after a while, "the Sorting Hat once said to me that I was- I could have done well in Slytherin. There was a time when everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin...... Because I can speak Parseltongue......" "You can speak Parseltongue, Harry," Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort, the last heir of Salazar Slytherin, could speak Parseltongue." Unless I'm mistaken, your strangely scarred head must have passed on some of his magic to you that night. It wasn't what he intended, I'm sure ......" "Voldemort gave me some of his powers?" Harry asked, surprised.

"It looks like so. "So I should be in Slytherin?" said Harry, looking tentatively into Dumbledore's face. "The Sorting Hat can see some of my Slytherin abilities, and it's—" "Still put you in Gryffindor," Dumbledore said calmly. "Listen to me, Harry, you have many of those characteristics that Salazar Slytherin trusted and carefully selected. Has a rare talent and can speak the Parseltongue...... Resourceful...... Strong-willed...... Decisions made are made with disdain for laws and regulations after the fact. He continued, his beard shaking. "But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why?" "The reason he put me in Gryffindor" Harry said, a frustration in his voice, "because I didn't want to go to Slytherin ......" "Exactly," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile again. "That's what sets you apart from Tom Riddle. It was our own choice, Harry, to show who we really are, and speak for ourselves more than our abilities. Harry sat motionless in his chair, astonished.

"If you want proof that you belong to Gryffindor, Harry, then I suggest you take a serious look at this. Dumbledore reached Professor McGonagall's desk, the bloodstained silver sword, and handed him to Harry. Harry spun it blankly, the red gems gleaming in the firelight. Then he saw the name engraved under the hilt.

Godric Gryffindor.

"Only a true Gryffindor can pull this out of his hat, Harry. Professor Dumbledore said briefly.

"You need food and rest, Harry. I suggest you go down and eat while I'm writing to Azkaban - we should get our hunting ground guards back. Harry stood up and walked through the door. But as soon as he touched the door, it suddenly broke open violently and bounced far behind the wall. Lucius Malfoy rushed in.

Then Joe saw the political skills of the most powerful white wizard of the century, and after a casual taunt of Lucius (Harry's classmates hadn't felt it yet), Lucius left angrily.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said eagerly, "may I give that journal back to Mr. Malfoy?" "Of course, Harry," Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "but hurry." Don't forget there's dinner too!" Harry grabbed his diary and rushed out of the office.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you really okay like this?" Joe was a little speechless, I think Mr. Malfoy was already very unlucky, and now he didn't even have a servant.

"What are you talking about, why don't I understand a little!"

"Huh!"

"Well, that might be a good thing for Mr. Malfoy!"

"That's right!"