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Forging the Sword, Chapter 3Harry frowned as he thought it over. It wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for. Part of him, though he resisted admitting it, had been sort of hoping for a run down of Riddle's talents and weaknesses, or a secret passed down from the founder's time, or another magical weapon, or something. But maybe that was what the hat was talking about, he realized. It was natural to want to take short cuts, but some goals didn't have them. And he was beginning to suspect that learning "Hufflepuff" traits was going to be one of those things that sounded far easier than it was.
The Hat chuckled. "Oh, that it is, Mr. Potter, that it is. Now, thank me for giving you Godric's sword, and head to the hospital wing. You need to sleep."
"Oh, thank y- wait. Godric's sword? As in, Godric Gryffindor?"
"Well, he certainly wasn't Godric Slytherin."
He ignored that, still somewhat stunned. Wow. Who would have guessed that was left in a hat's keeping? Albeit a somewhat bossy hat. (He hastily censored that thought). Which reminded him of its order. "Well, thanks. I mean, I really do mean it. It saved my life."
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