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I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."
He couldn't see what else they could do. They had hit dead ends
"Are you going somewhere?" said Harry.
Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to Ron and Hermione.
The rest of the final term passed in a haze of blazing sunshine. Hogwarts was back to normal with only a few, small differences - Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were canceled ("but we've had plenty of practice at that anyway," Ron told a disgruntled Hermione) and Lucius Malfoy had been sacked as a school governor. Draco was no longer strutting around the school as though he owned the place. On the contrary, he looked resentful and sulky. On the other hand, Ginny Weasley was perfectly happy again.
The serpents parted as the wall cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight, and Harry, shaking from head to foot, walked inside.
Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes had soared back overhead and something fell into Harry's lap -- the diary.
Mr. Malfoy said nothing. His face was suddenly masklike.
Riddle began to laugh again. He laughed so hard that the dark chamber rang with it, as though ten Riddles were laughing at once
"You won't be needing it," he said.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy strode into Hagrid's hut, swathed in a long black traveling cloak, smiling a cold and satisfied smile. Fang started to growl.