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"Ginny - what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?"
The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to Professor McGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment
It was as though somebody had just flicked a light on in his brain.
Harry looked sideways at Ron. His mouth was still open in the silent scream, but his eyes weren't popping anymore.
"Good evening, Hagrid."
"The whole point of keeping the school open at this time is for you to receive your education," she said sternly. "The exams will therefore take place as usual, and I trust you are all studying hard."
"You see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry - I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"
Harry felt drowsy. Everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"Pass me those rolls, Harry, I'm starving."
"What're we going to do?" said Ron quietly in Harry's ear. "D'you think they suspect Hagrid?"
"Hagrid's in trouble," said Harry, breathing very fast. "That's why we've come."
"Come now," he cried, beaming around him. "Why all these long faces?"
where else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"？