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Dobby’s Reward
"Don’tyouwanttoknowhowGinnygotholdofthatdiary,Mr.Malfoy?"saidHarry.
LuciusMalfoyroundedonhim.
"HowshouldIknowhowthestupidlittlegirlgotholdofit?"hesaid.
"Becauseyougaveittoher,"saidHarry."InFlourishandBlotts. YoupickedupheroldTransfigurationbookandslippedthediaryinsideit,didn’tyou?"
HesawMr.Malfoy’swhitehandsclenchandunclench.
"Proveit,"hehissed.
"Oh,noonewillbeabletodothat,"saidDumbledore,smilingatHarry. "NotnowthatRiddlehasvanishedfromthebook. Ontheotherhand,Iwouldadviseyou,Lucius,nottogogivingoutanymoreofLordVoldemort’soldschoolthings. Ifanymoreofthemfindtheirwayintoinnocenthands,IthinkArthurWeasley,forone,willmakesuretheyaretracedbacktoyou..."
LuciusMalfoystoodforamoment,andHarrydistinctlysawhisrighthandtwitchasthoughhewaslongingtoreachforhiswand. Instead,heturnedtohishouse-elf. "We’regoing,Dobby!"
Hewrenchedopenthedoorandastheelfcamehurryinguptohim,hekickedhimrightthroughit. TheycouldhearDobbysquealingwithpainallthewayalongthecorridor. Harrystoodforamoment,thinkinghard. Thenitcametohim—
"ProfessorDumbledore,"hesaidhurriedly. "CanIgivethatdiarybacktoMr.Malfoy,please?"
"Certainly,Harry,"saidDumbledorecalmly. "Buthurry.Thefeast,remember... Harrygrabbedthediaryanddashedoutoftheoffice.
