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Dobby’s Reward
Harrygaveastart.HehadcompletelyforgottenaboutLockhart. HeturnedandsawthatLockhartwasstandinginacorneroftheroom,stillwearinghisvaguesmile. WhenDumbledoreaddressedhim,Lockhartlookedoverhisshouldertoseewhohewastalkingto.
"ProfessorDumbledore,"Ronsaidquickly,"therewasanaccidentdownintheChamberofSecrets. ProfessorLockhart—"
"AmIaprofessor?"saidLockhartinmildsurprise."Goodness.IexpectIwashopeless,wasI?"
"HetriedtodoaMemoryCharmandthewandbackfired,"RonexplainedquietlytoDumbledore.
"Dearme,"saidDumbledore,shakinghishead,hislongsilvermustachequivering."Impaleduponyourownsword,Gilderoy!"
"Sword?"saidLockhartdimly."Haven’tgotasword.Thatboyhas,though."HepointedatHarry."He’lllendyouone."
"WouldyoumindtakingProfessorLockhartuptotheinfirmary,too?"DumbledoresaidtoRon. "I’dlikeafewmorewordswithHarry..."
Lockhartambledout.RoncastacuriouslookbackatDumbledoreandHarryasheclosedthedoor.
Dumbledorecrossedtooneofthechairsbythefire.
"Sitdown,Harry,"hesaid,andHarrysat,feelingunaccountablynervous.
"Firstofall,Harry,Iwanttothankyou,"saidDumbledore,eyestwinklingagain. "YoumusthaveshownmerealloyaltydownintheChamber.NothingbutthatcouldhavecalledFawkestoyou."
Hestrokedthephoenix,whichhadfluttereddownontohisknee. HarrygrinnedawkwardlyasDumbledorewatchedhim.
"AndsoyoumetTomRiddle,"saidDumbledorethoughtfully. "Iimaginehewasmostinterestedinyou..."
