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           "Iwastalkin’terhimsecondsbeforethatkidwasfound,heneverhadtime,sir—" 

           Dumbledoretriedtosaysomething,butHagridwentrantingon,wavingtheroosteraroundinhisagitation,sendingfeatherseverywhere. 

           "itcan’t’vebinhim,I’llswearitinfronto’theMinistryo’MagicifIhaveto." 

           "Hagrid,I—" 

           "-yeh’vegotthewrongboy,sir,IknowHarrynever—" 

           "Hagrid!"saidDumbledoreloudly."IdonotthinkthatHarryattackedthosepeople." 

           "Oh,"saidHagrid,theroosterfallinglimplyathisside."Right.I’llwaitoutsidethen,Headmaster." 

           Andhestompedoutlookingembarrassed. 

           "Youdon’tthinkitwasme,Professor?"HarryrepeatedhopefullyasDumbledorebrushedroosterfeathersoffhisdesk. 

           "No,Harry,Idon’t,"saidDumbledore,thoughhisfacewassomberagain."ButIstillwanttotalktoyou." 

           HarrywaitednervouslywhileDumbledoreconsideredhim,thetipsofhislongfingerstogether. 

           "Imustaskyou,Harry,whetherthereisanythingyou’dliketotellme,"hesaidgently."Anythingatall." 

           Harrydidn’tknowwhattosay.HethoughtofMalfoyshouting, "You’llbenext,Mudbloods!"andofthePolyjuicePotionsimmeringawayinMoaningMyrtle’sbathroom. ThenhethoughtofthedisembodiedvoicehehadheardtwiceandrememberedwhatRonhadsaid: "Hearingvoicesnooneelsecanhearisn’tagoodsign,eveninthewizardingworld." Hethought,too,aboutwhateveryonewassayingabouthim,andhisgrowingdreadthathewassomehowconnectedwithSalazarSlytherin... 

           "No,"saidHarry."Thereisn’tanything,Professor..."