ant you to do it?” said ron. ”sending you
your fathers d everything?”
”well, ” hermione exploded, ”if he did -- i mean to say thats
terrible -- you could have been killed.”
”no, it isnt,” said harry thoughtfully. ”hes a funny man,
dumbledore. i thi of wao give me a k
he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. i
re he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead
of stoppiaught us enough to help. i dont think it
was a me find out how the mirror worked. its almost
like he thought i had the right to faort if i could....”
”yeah, dumbledores off his rht,” said ron
proudly. ”listen, youve got to be up for the e
tomorrow. the points are all in and slytherin won, of course --
you missed the last quidditch match, we were steamrollered by
ravenclaw without you -- but the foodll be good.”
at that moment, madam pomfrey bustled over.
”youve had een minutes, now out” she said firmly.
after a good nights sleep, harry felt nearly baal.
i want to go to the feast,” he told madam pomfrey as she
straightened his many dy boxes. i t i?”
”professor dumbledore says you are to be allowed to go,” she
said stiffily, as though in her opinion professor dumbledore didnt
realize how risky feasts could be. ”and you have aor.”
”oh, good,” said harry. ”who is it?”
hagrid sidled through the door as he spoke. as usual when he
was indrid looked too big to be allowed. he sat dow
to harry, took o him, and burst into tears.
”its -- all -- my -- ruddy -- fault!” he sobbed, his fa
his hands. i told the evil git het past fluffy! i told
him! it was the only thing he didnt know, an i told him! yeh
couldve died! all fer a dragon egg! ill never drink again! i
should be chucked out an made ter live as a muggle!”
”hagrid!” said harry, shocked to see hagrid shaking with grief
aears leaking down intrid,