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Harry felt his heart lift. It was very good not to hear words of caution and protection for once. The headmasters and head-mistresses around the walls seemed less impressed by Dumbledore's decision; Harry saw a few of them shaking their heads and Phineas Nigellus actually snorted.
"But what if—?"
Fawkes the phoenix looked round, his bright black eyes gleaming with reflected gold from the sunset beyond the window. Dumbledore was standing at the window look-ing out at the grounds, a long, black travelling cloak in his arms.
Dumbledore was waiting beside the oaken front doors. He turned as Harry came skidding out on to the topmost stone step, panting hard, a searing stitch in his side.
"No ..." he groaned, as Harry lowered the goblet back into the basin and refilled it for him. "I don't want to. ... I don't want to. . . . Let me go. . . ."
"Is ... is this boat safe?"
"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry, his voice strained. "Can you hear me?"
'Very happy,' said Professor Trelawney sniffily.
I need a place to hide my book. . . . I need a place to hide my book. . . . I need a place to hide my book. ...
"Thank you very much, Professor."
Riddle smiled; the other boys laughed and cast him admiring looks.
'I'm going to see him right now,' said Harry. 'I've got a meeting with him. We could go together.'
"I need your book," Harry panted. "Your Potions book. Quick . . . give it to me . . ."
Her bony hand closed suddenly around Harry's wrist.