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"
Me
?
"
said
Ron
,
looking
shocked
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
you
got
the
sword
out
of
the
pool
.
I
think
it
's
supposed
to
be
you
.
"
He
was
not
being
kind
or
generous
.
As
certainly
as
he
had
known
that
the
doe
was
benign
,
he
knew
that
Ron
had
to
be
the
one
to
wield
the
sword
.
Dumbledore
had
at
least
taught
Harry
something
about
certain
kinds
of
magic
,
of
the
incalculable
power
of
certain
acts
.
"
I
'm
going
to
open
it
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
and
you
will
stab
it
.
Straightaway
,
okay
?
Because
whatever
's
in
there
will
put
up
a
fight
.
The
bit
of
Riddle
in
the
Diary
tried
to
kill
me
.
"
"
How
are
you
going
to
open
it
?
"
asked
Ron
.
He
looked
terrified
.
"
I
'm
going
to
ask
it
to
open
,
using
Parseltongue
,
"
said
Harry
.
The
answer
came
so
readily
to
his
lips
that
thought
that
he
had
always
known
it
deep
down
:
Perhaps
it
had
taken
his
recent
encounter
with
Nagini
to
make
him
realize
it
.
He
looked
at
the
serpentine
S
,
inlaid
with
glittering
green
stones
:
It
was
easy
to
visualize
it
as
a
miniscule
snake
,
curled
upon
the
cold
rock
.
"
No
!
"
said
Ron
.
"
Do
n't
open
it
!
I
'm
serious
!
"
"
Why
not
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
Let
's
get
rid
of
the
damn
thing
,
it
's
been
months
--
"
"
I
ca
n't
,
Harry
,
I
'm
serious
--
you
do
it
--
"
