"Uh, far too many. Most people blame me for the headmaster's temporary suspension. Everywhere I've gone lately, people have stared at me with resentment, fear, or anger. Honestly, I'm not surprised this happened."
Harry spoke as he made his bed. After checking three times that not a single Knut was missing from his tin box, Ron came over to help.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, how strict is the password check at the Gryffindor entrance?"
Luo Bin asked as he helped.
"It's all right. The password changes every day. I bet Draco's tried more than once to sneak into Gryffindor so he could mock Wizards who aren't Pure-bloods. Ha! He wishes. Without the right password, he can't get in... Wait. The password?!"
Ron turned and found Harry and Hermione looking grim.
"It's nothing. Hogwarts only has four houses. There's a one-in-four chance the culprit is a Gryffindor student anyway!"
Harry gave a bitter smile. Perhaps even he couldn't tell whether he was saying it for the others' sake or his own.
"Harry, check if anything's missing first!"
"I don't think anything will be!"
With everyone's help, Harry soon had the Dormitory tidy. But as he tossed Travels with Trolls into a drawer, he suddenly realized what was missing. "The notebook. The diary's gone!"
"What?"
Hermione asked anxiously. She had a terrible feeling.
"Harry, you didn't write anything wick—oh, no, anything secret in it, did you?"
When Harry shook his head, Neville let out a long breath. "Then it's fine. It's just a diary. You can buy another one!"
"Harry, was it the black diary I gave you for your birthday?"
"Yeah. It's... gone."
To anyone unaware of the magic within it, the diary was just a battered, blank notebook. Clearly, whoever had ransacked the room had done so to hide the real