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Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all - and it doesnt end here. Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however. Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps. My friendly, card-carrying cupids. beamed Lockhart. They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines. And the fun doesnt stop here. Im sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion. Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion. And while youre at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard Ive ever met, the sly old dog. Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. Please, Hermione, tell me you werent one of the forty-six, said Ron as they left the Great Hall for their first lesson. Hermione suddenly became very interested in searching her bag for her schedule and didnt answer. All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers, and late that afternoon as the Gryffindors were walking upstairs for Charms, one of the dwarfs caught up with Harry. Oi, you. Arry Potter. shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry. Hot all over at the thought of being given a valentine in front of a line of first years, which happened to include Ginny Weasley, Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking peoples shins, and reached him before hed gone two paces. Ive got a musical message to deliver to Arry Potter in person, he said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way. Not here, Harry hissed, trying to escape. Stay still. grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Harrys bag and pulling him back. Let me go. Harry snarled, tugging. With a loud ripping noise, his bag split in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill spilled onto the floor and his ink bottle smashed over everything. Harry scrambled around, trying to pick it all up before the dwarf started singing, causing something of a holdup in the corridor. Whats going on here. came the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. Harry started stuffing everything feverishly into his ripped bag, desperate to get away before Malfoy could hear his musical valentine. Whats all this commotion. said another familiar voice as Percy Weasley arrived. Losing his head, Harry tried to make a run for it, but the dwarf seized him around the knees and brought him crashing to the floor. Right, he said, sitting on Harrys ankles. Here is your singing valentine: His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, hes really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord. Harry would have given all the gold in Gringotts to evaporate on the spot. Trying valiantly to laugh along with everyone else, he got up, his feet numb from the weight of the dwarf, as Percy Weasley did his best to disperse the crowd, some of whom were crying with mirth. Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class, now, he said, shooing some of the younger students away. And you, Malfoy - Harry, glancing over, saw Malfoy stoop and snatch up something. Leering, he showed it to Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry realized that hed got Riddles diary. Give that back, said Harry quietly. Wonder what Potters written in this. said Malfoy, who obviously hadnt noticed the year on the cover and thought he had Harrys own diary. A hush fell over the onlookers. Ginny was staring from the diary to Harry, looking terrified. Hand it over, Malfoy, said Percy sternly. When Ive had a look, said Malfoy, waving the diary tauntingly at Harry. Percy said, As a school prefect - but Harry had lost his temper. He pulled out his wand and shouted, Expelliarmus. and just as Snape had Disarmed Lockhart, so Malfoy found the diary shooting out of his hand into the air. Ron, grinning broadly, caught it. Harry. said Percy loudly. No magic in the corridors. Ill have to report this, you know. But Harry didnt care, he was one-up on Malfoy, and that was worth five points from Gryffindor any day. Malfoy was looking furious, and as Ginny passed him to enter her classroom, he yelled spitefully after her, I dont think Potter liked your valentine much. Ginny covered her face with her hands and ran into class. Snarling, Ron pulled out his wand, too, but Harry pulled him away. Ron didnt need to spend the whole of Charms belching slugs. It wasnt until they had reached Professor Flitwicks class that Harry noticed something rather odd about Riddles diary. All his other books were drenched in scarlet ink. The diary, however, was as clean as it had been before the ink bottle had smashed all over it. He tried to point this out to Ron, but Ron was having trouble with his wand again; large purple bubbles were blossoming out of the end, and he wasnt much interested in anything else. Harry went to bed before anyone else in his dormitory that night. This was partly because he didnt think he could stand Fred and George singing, His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad one more time, and partly because he wanted to examine Riddles diary again, and knew that Ron thought he was wasting his time. Harry sat on his four-poster and flicked through the blank pages, not one of which had a trace of scarlet ink on it. Then he pulled a new bottle out of his bedside cabinet, counter 1.6 хром бесплатно his quill into it, and dropped a blot onto the first page of the diary. The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second and then, as though it was being sucked into the page, vanished. Excited, Harry loaded up his quill a second time and wrote, My name is Harry Potter. The words shone momentarily on the page and they, too, sank without trace. Then, at last, something happened. Oozing back out of the page, in his very own ink, came words Harry had never written. Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary. These words, too, faded away, but not before Harry had started to scribble back. Someone tried to flush it down a toilet. He waited eagerly for Riddles reply. Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want this diary read. What do you mean. Harry scrawled, blotting the page in his excitement. I mean that this diary holds memories of terrible things. Things that were covered up. Things that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Thats where I am now, Harry wrote quickly. Im at Hogwarts, and horrible stuffs been happening. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets. His heart was hammering. Riddles reply came quickly, his writing becoming untidier, as though he was hurrying to tell all he knew. Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets. In my day, they told us it was a legend, that it did not exist. But this was a lie. In my fifth year, the Chamber was opened and the monster attacked several students, finally killing one. I caught the person whod opened the Chamber and he was expelled. But the headmaster, Professor Dippet, ashamed that such a thing had happened at Hogwarts, forbade me to tell the truth. A story was given out that the girl had died in a freak accident. They gave me a nice, shiny, engraved trophy for my trouble and warned me to keep my mouth shut. But I knew it could happen again. The monster lived on, and the one who had the power to release it was not imprisoned. Harry nearly upset his ink bottle in his hurry to write back. Its happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know whos behind them. Who was it last time. I can show you, if you like, came Riddles reply. You dont have to take my word for it. I can take you inside my memory of the night when I caught him. Harry hesitated, his quill suspended over the diary. What did Riddle mean. How could he Sports tracker football taken inside somebody elses memory. He glanced nervously at the door to the dormitory, which was growing dark. When he looked back at the diary, he saw fresh words forming. Let me show you. Harry paused for a fraction of a second and then wrote two letters. The pages of the diary began to blow as though caught in a high wind, stopping halfway through the month of June. Mouth hanging open, Harry saw that the little square for June thirteenth seemed to have turned into a minuscule television screen. His hands trembling slightly, he raised the book to press his eye against the little window, and before he knew what was happening, he was tilting forward; the window was widening, he felt his body leave his bed, and he was pitched headfirst through the opening in the page, into a whirl of color and shadow. He felt his feet hit solid ground, and stood, shaking, as the blurred shapes around him came suddenly into focus. He knew immediately where he was. This circular room with the sleeping portraits was Dumbledores office - but it wasnt Dumbledore who was sitting behind the desk. A wizened, frail-looking wizard, bald except for a few wisps of white hair, was reading a letter by candlelight. Harry had never Sports tracker football this man before. Im sorry, he said shakily. I didnt mean to butt in - But the wizard didnt look up. He continued to read, frowning slightly. Harry drew nearer to his desk and stammered, Er - Ill just go, shall I. Still the wizard ignored him. He didnt seem even to have heard him. Thinking that the wizard might be deaf, Harry raised his voice. Sorry I disturbed you. Ill go now, he half-shouted. The wizard folded up the letter with a sigh, stood up, walked past Harry without glancing at him, and went to draw the curtains at his window. The sky outside the window was ruby-red; it seemed to be sunset. The wizard went back to the desk, sat down, and twiddled his thumbs, watching the door. Harry looked around the office. No Fawkes the phoenix - no whirring silver contraptions. This was Hogwarts as Riddle had known it, meaning that this unknown wizard was headmaster, not Dumbledore, and he, Harry, was little more than a phantom, completely invisible to the people of fifty years ago. There was a knock on the office door. Enter, said the old wizard in a feeble voice. A boy of about sixteen entered, taking off his pointed hat. A silver prefects badge was glinting on his chest. He was much taller than Harry, but he, too, had jet-black hair. Ah, Riddle, said the headmaster. You wanted to see me, Professor Dippet. said Riddle. He looked nervous. Sit down, said Dippet. Ive just been reading the letter you sent me. Oh, said Riddle. He sat down, gripping his hands together very tightly. My dear boy, said Dippet kindly, I cannot possibly let you stay at school over the summer. Surely you want to go home for the holidays. No, said Riddle at once. Id much rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that - to that - You live in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, I believe. said Dippet curiously. Yes, sir, said Riddle, reddening slightly. You are Muggle-born. Half-blood, sir, said Riddle. Muggle father, witch mother. And are both your parents -. My mother died just after I was born, sir. They told me at the orphanage she lived just long enough to name me - Tom after my father, Marvolo after my grandfather. Dippet clucked his tongue sympathetically. The thing is, Tom, he sighed, special arrangements might have been made for you, but in the current circumstances. You mean all these attacks, sir. said Riddle, and Harrys heart leapt, and he moved closer, scared of missing anything. Precisely, said the headmaster. My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be of me to allow you to remain at the castle when term ends. Particularly in light of the recent tragedy. the death of that poor little girl. You will be safer by far at your orphanage. As a matter of fact, the Ministry of Magic is even now talking about closing the school. We are no nearer locating the - er - source of all this unpleasantness. Riddles eyes had widened. Sir - if the person was caught - if it all stopped - What do you mean. said Dippet with a squeak in his voice, sitting up in his chair. Riddle, do you mean you know something about these attacks. No, sir, said Riddle quickly. But Harry was sure it was the same sort of no that he himself had given Dumbledore. Dippet sank back, looking faintly disappointed. You may go, Tom. Riddle slid off his chair and slouched out of the room. Harry followed him. Down the moving spiral staircase they went, emerging next to the gargoyle in the darkening corridor. Riddle stopped, and so did Harry, watching him. Harry could tell that Riddle was doing some serious thinking. He was biting his lip, his forehead furrowed. Then, as though he had suddenly reached a decision, he hurried off, Harry gliding noiselessly behind him. They didnt see another person until they reached the entrance hall, when a tall wizard with long, sweeping auburn hair and a beard called to Riddle from the marble staircase. What are you doing, wandering around this late, Tom. Harry gaped at the wizard. He was none other than a fifty-years-younger Dumbledore. I had to see the headmaster, sir, said Riddle. Well, hurry off to bed, said Dumbledore, giving Riddle exactly the kind of penetrating stare Harry knew so well. Best not to roam the corridors these days. Not since. He sighed heavily, bade Riddle good night, and strode off. Riddle watched him walk out of sight and then, moving quickly, headed straight down the stone steps to the dungeons, with Harry in hot pursuit. But to Harrys disappointment, Riddle led him not into a hidden passageway or a secret tunnel but to the very dungeon in which Harry had Potions with Snape. The torches hadnt been lit, and when Riddle pushed the door almost closed, Harry could only just see him, standing stock-still by the door, watching the passage outside. It felt visit web page Harry that they were there for at least an hour. All g2a fortnite game rust could see was the figure of Riddle at the door, staring through the crack, waiting like a statue. And just when Harry had stopped feeling expectant and tense and started wishing he could return to the present, he heard something move beyond the door. Someone was creeping along the passage. He heard whoever it was pass the dungeon where he and Riddle were hidden. Riddle, quiet as a shadow, edged through the door and followed, Harry tiptoeing behind him, forgetting that he couldnt be heard. For perhaps five minutes they followed the footsteps, until Riddle stopped suddenly, his head inclined in the direction of new noises. Harry heard a door creak open, and then someone speaking in a hoarse whisper. Cmon. gotta get yeh outta here. Cmon now. in the box. There was something familiar about that voice. Riddle suddenly jumped around the corner. Harry stepped out behind him. He could see the dark outline of a huge boy who was crouching in front of an open door, a very large box next to it. Evening, Rubeus, said Riddle sharply. The boy slammed the door shut and stood up. What yer doin down here, Tom. Riddle stepped closer. Its all over, he said. Im going to have to turn you in, Rubeus. Theyre talking about closing Hogwarts if the attacks dont stop. What dyeh - I dont think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters dont make good pets. I suppose you just let it out for exercise and - It never killed no one. said the large boy, backing against the closed door. From behind him, Harry could hear a funny rustling and clicking. Come on, Rubeus, said Riddle, moving yet closer. The dead girls parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do is make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered. It wasnt him. roared the boy, his voice echoing in the dark passage. He wouldn. He never. Stand aside, said Riddle, drawing out his wand. His spell lit the corridor with a sudden flaming light. The door behind the large boy flew open with such force it knocked him into the wall opposite. And out of it came something that made Harry let out a long, piercing scream unheard by anyone - A vast, low-slung, hairy body and a tangle of black legs; a gleam of many eyes and a pair of razor-sharp pincers - Riddle raised his wand again, but he was too late. The thing bowled him over as it scuttled away, tearing up the corridor and out of sight. Riddle scrambled to his feet, looking after it; he raised his wand, but the huge boy leapt on him, seized his wand, and threw him back down, yelling, NOOOOOOO. The scene whirled, the darkness became complete; Harry felt himself falling and, with a crash, he landed spread-eagled on his four-poster in the Gryffindor dormitory, Riddles diary lying open on his stomach. Before he had had time to regain his breath, the dormitory door opened and Ron came in. There you are, he said. Harry sat up. He was sweating and shaking. Whats up. said Ron, looking at him with concern. It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago. H CHAPTER FOURTEEN CORNELIUS FUDGE arry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During their first year at Hogwarts he had tried to raise article source dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before they forgot the giant, three-headed dog hed christened Fluffy. And if, as a boy, Hagrid had heard that a monster was hidden somewhere in the castle, Harry was sure Sports tracker football have gone to any lengths for a glimpse of it. Hed probably thought it was a shame that the monster had been cooped up so long, and thought it deserved the chance to stretch its many legs; Harry could just imagine the thirteen-year-old Hagrid trying to fit a leash and collar on it. But he was equally certain that Hagrid would never have meant to kill anybody. Harry half wished he hadnt found out how to work Riddles diary. Again and again Ron and Hermione made him recount what hed seen, until he was heartily sick of telling them and sick of the long, circular conversations that followed. Riddle might have got the wrong person, said Hermione. Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people. How many monsters dyou think this place can hold. Ron asked dully. We always knew Hagrid had been expelled, said Harry miserably. And the attacks mustve stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldnt have got his award. Ron tried a different tack. Riddle does sound like Percy - who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway. But the monster had killed someone, Ron, said Hermione. And Riddle was going to go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts, said Harry. I dont blame him for wanting to stay here. You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didnt you, Harry. He was buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent, said Harry quickly. The three of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice. Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all. Thatd be a cheerful visit, said Ron. Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately. In the end, they decided that they would not say anything to Hagrid unless there was another attack, and as more and more days went by with no whisper from the disembodied voice, they became hopeful that they would never need to talk to him about why he had been expelled. It was now nearly four months since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick had been Petrified, and nearly everybody seemed to think that the attacker, whoever it was, had retired for good. Peeves had finally got bored of his Oh, Potter, you rotter song, Ernie Macmillan asked Harry quite politely to pass a bucket of leaping toadstools in Herbology one day, and in March several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy. The moment they start trying to move into each others pots, well know theyre fully mature, she told Harry. Then well be able to revive those poor people in the hospital wing. The second years were given something new to think about during their Easter holidays. The time had come to article source their subjects for the third year, a matter that Hermione, at least, took very seriously.
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