"Oh ho. Pride?" Harry felt a jolt through him, a bit of a buzz. He tumbled nearly off the stool when his magicks answered in kind —as though in challenge to the hat. "Secrets, great one. So many secrets. So much power. Darkness lingers deep within you. Should we put you in Gryffindor to temper the urges?" Harry didn't like the sound of darkness. What did he mean by darkness?