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"
Put
you
in
Gryffindor
,
"
said
Dumbledore
calmly
.
"
Listen
to
me
,
Harry
.
You
happen
to
have
many
qualities
Salazar
Slytherin
prized
in
his
hand-picked
students
.
His
own
very
rare
gift
,
Parseltongue
-
resourcefulness
-
determination
-
a
certain
disregard
for
rules
,
"
he
added
,
his
mustache
quivering
again
.
"
Yet
the
Sorting
Hat
placed
you
in
Gryffindor
.
You
know
why
that
was
.
Think
.
"
"
It
only
put
me
in
Gryffindor
,
"
said
Harry
in
a
defeated
voice
,
"
because
I
asked
not
to
go
in
Slytherin
...
"
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'
Exactly
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
beaming
once
more
.
"
Which
makes
you
very
different
from
Tom
Riddle
.
It
is
our
choices
,
Harry
,
that
show
what
we
truly
are
,
far
more
than
our
abilities
.
"
Harry
sat
motionless
in
his
chair
,
stunned
.
"
If
you
want
proof
,
Harry
,
that
you
belong
in
Gryffindor
,
I
suggest
you
look
more
closely
at
this
.
"
Dumbledore
reached
across
to
Professor
McGonagall
's
desk
,
picked
up
the
blood-stained
silver
sword
,
and
handed
it
to
Harry
.
Dully
,
Harry
turned
it
over
,
the
rubies
blazing
in
the
firelight
.
And
then
he
saw
the
name
engraved
just
below
the
hilt
.
Godric
Gryffindor
"
Only
a
true
Gryffindor
could
have
pulled
that
out
of
the
hat
,
Harry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
simply
.
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For
a
minute
,
neither
of
them
spoke
.
Then
Dumbledore
pulled
open
one
of
the
drawers
in
Professor
McGonagall
's
desk
and
took
out
a
quill
and
a
bottle
of
ink
.
"
What
you
need
,
Harry
,
is
some
food
and
sleep
.
I
suggest
you
go
down
to
the
feast
,
while
I
write
to
Azkaban
-
we
need
our
gamekeeper
back
.
And
I
must
draft
an
advertisement
for
the
Daily
Prophet
,
too
,
"
he
added
Thoughtfully
.
"
We
'll
be
needing
a
new
Defense
Against
the
Dark
Arts
teacher
...
Dear
me
,
we
do
seem
to
run
through
them
,
do
n't
we
?
"
*
*
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