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Harry heard Ron gasp and looked up again. He had made up his mind what he was going to do.
Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?
Riddle nodded, not taking his eyes off Harry's face.
"Get up," said Ron sharply, pointing his wand at Lockhart.
Harry raced up to Gryffindor Tower, collected his Nimbus Two Thousand, and joined the large crowd swarming across the grounds, but his mind was still in the castle along with the bodiless voice, and as he pulled on his scarlet robes in the locker. room, his only comfort was that everyone was now outside to watch the game.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
Something very hard and heavy thudded onto the top of Harry's head, almost knocking him out. Stars winking in front of his eyes, he grabbed the top of the hat to pull it off and felt something long and hard beneath it.
Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the fire.
"Oh, it's you," she said when she saw Harry. "What do you want this time?"
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said Professor McGonagall heavily. "I need to address the students in any case.
He turned to go.