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To have bought a diary from Vauxhall Road. Well, its not much use to you, said Ron. He dropped his voice. Fifty points if you can get it through Myrtles nose. Harry, however, pocketed it. Hermione left the hospital wing, de-whiskered, tail-less, and fur-free, at the beginning of February. On her first evening back in Gryffindor Tower, Harry showed her T. Riddles diary and told her the story of how they had found it. Oooh, it might have hidden powers, said Hermione enthusiastically, taking the diary and looking at it closely. If it has, its hiding them very well, said Ron. Maybe its shy. I dont know why you dont chuck it, Harry. I wish I knew why someone did try to chuck it, said Harry. I wouldnt mind knowing how Riddle got an award for special services to Hogwarts either. Couldve been anything, said Ron. Maybe he got thirty O. s or saved a teacher from the giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that wouldve done everyone a favor. But Harry could tell from the arrested look on Hermiones face that she was thinking what he was thinking. What. said Ron, looking from one to the other. Well, the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, wasnt it. he said. Baldurs gate necromancy of thay gia what Malfoy said. Yeah. said Ron slowly. And this diary is fifty years old, said Hermione, tapping it excitedly. Oh, Ron, wake up, snapped Hermione. We know the person who opened the Chamber last time was expelled fifty years ago. We know T. Riddle got an award for special services to the school fifty years ago. Well, what if Riddle got his special award for catching the Heir of Slytherin. His diary would probably tell us everything - where the Chamber is, and how to open it, and what sort of creature lives in it - the person whos behind the attacks this time wouldnt want that lying around, would read more. Thats a brilliant theory, Hermione, said Ron, with just one tiny little flaw. Theres nothing written in his diary. But Hermione was pulling her wand out of her bag. It might be invisible ink. she whispered. She tapped the diary three times and said, Aparecium. Nothing happened. Undaunted, Hermione shoved her hand back into her bag and pulled out what appeared to be a bright red eraser. Its a Revealer, I got it in Diagon Alley, she said. She rubbed hard on January first. Nothing happened. Im telling you, theres nothing Baldurs gate necromancy of thay gia find in there, said Ron. Riddle just got a diary for Christmas and couldnt be bothered filling it in. Harry couldnt explain, even to himself, why he didnt just throw Riddles diary away. The fact was that even though he knew the diary was blank, he kept absentmindedly picking it up and turning the pages, as though it were a story he wanted to finish. And while Harry was sure he had never heard the name T. Riddle before, it still seemed to mean something to him, almost as though Riddle was a friend hed had when he was very small, and had halfforgotten. But this was absurd. Hed never had friends before Hogwarts, Dudley had made sure of that. Nevertheless, Harry was determined to find out more about Riddle, so next day at break, he headed this web page the trophy room to examine Riddles special award, accompanied by an interested Hermione and a thoroughly unconvinced Ron, who told them hed seen enough of the trophy room to last him a lifetime. Riddles burnished gold shield was tucked away in a corner cabinet. It didnt carry details of why it had been given to him (Good thing, too, or itd be even bigger and Id still be polishing it, said Ron). However, they did find Riddles name on an old Medal for Magical Merit, and on a list of old Head Boys. He sounds like Percy, said Ron, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Prefect, Head Boy. probably top of every class - You say that like its a bad thing, said Hermione in a slightly hurt voice. The sun had now begun to shine weakly on Hogwarts game new version working. Inside the castle, the mood had grown more hopeful. There had been no more attacks since those on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, and Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood. The moment their acne clears up, theyll be ready for repotting again, Harry heard her telling Filch kindly one afternoon. And after that, it wont be long until were cutting them up and stewing them. Youll have Mrs. Norris back in no time. Perhaps the Heir of Slytherin had lost his or her nerve, thought Harry. It must be getting riskier and riskier to open the Chamber of Secrets, with the school so alert and suspicious. Perhaps the monster, this web page it was, was even now settling itself down to hibernate for another fifty years. Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff didnt take this cheerful view. He was still convinced that Harry was the guilty one, that he had given himself away at the Dueling Club. Peeves wasnt helping matters; he kept popping up in the crowded corridors singing Oh, Potter, you rotter. now with a dance routine to match. Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to think he himself had made the attacks stop. Harry overheard him telling Professor McGonagall so while the Gryffindors were lining up for Transfiguration.
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