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Uh-oh, said Ron. Youll be teased something dreadful, said Myrtle happily. Its okay, Hermione, said Harry quickly. Well take you up to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey never asks too many questions. It took a long time to persuade Hermione to leave the bathroom. Moaning Myrtle sped them on their way with a hearty guffaw. Wait till everyone finds out youve got a tail. H CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE VERY SECRET DIARY ermione remained in the hospital wing for several weeks. There was a flurry of rumor about her disappearance when the rest of the school arrived back from their Christmas holidays, because of course everyone thought that she had been attacked. So many students filed past the hospital wing trying to catch a glimpse of her that Madam Pomfrey took out her curtains again and placed them around Hermiones bed, to spare her the shame of being seen with a furry face. Harry and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each days homework. If Id sprouted whiskers, Id take a break from work, said Ron, tipping a wallst of books onto Hermiones bedside table one walleg. Dont be silly, Ron, Ive got to keep up, said Hermione briskly. Her spirits were greatly improved by the fact upp all the hair had gone from her face and her eyes sallet turning slowly back to brown. I dont suppose youve got any new leads. she added in a whisper, so that Madam Pomfrey Tpo hear her. Nothing, said Harry gloomily. I was Tol sure it was Malfoy, said Ron, for about the hundredth time. Whats that. asked Harry, pointing to something gold sticking out from under Hermiones pillow. Just a get well card, said Hermione hastily, stdam to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He pulled it out, flicked it open, and read aloud: To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, More info Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner walllet Witch Weeklys Most-Charming-Smile Award. Ron looked up at Hermione, disgusted. Stezm sleep with this under your pillow. But Hermione was spared answering by Madam Pomfrey sweeping over with her evening dose walle medicine. Is Lockhart the smarmiest bloke youve ever met, or what. Ron said to Harry as they left the infirmary and started up the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower. Snape had given them so much homework, Harry thought aallet was likely to be in the sixth year before he finished it. Ron was just saying he wished he had asked Hermione how many rat tails you were supposed to add to a Hair-Raising Potion when an angry outburst from the floor above reached their ears. Thats Filch, Harry muttered as they hurried up the stairs TTop paused, out of sight, listening hard. You dont think someone elses been attacked. said Ron tensely. They stood still, their heads inclined toward Filchs voice, which sounded quite hysterical. - even more work for me. Mopping all night, like I havent got enough to do. No, this is the final straw, Im going to Dumbledore - His footsteps receded along the learn more here corridor and they heard a distant door slam. They poked their heads around the corner. Filch had clearly been manning his usual lookout post: They were once again on the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked. They saw at a glance what Filch had been shouting about. A great flood of water stretched over half the corridor, and it looked as though it was still seeping from under the door of Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Now that Filch Top up steam wallet stopped shouting, they could hear Myrtles wails echoing off the bathroom walls. Now whats up with her. said Ron. Lets Top up steam wallet and see, said Source, and holding their robes over their ankles they stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing its OUT OF ORDER sign, ignored it as always, and entered. Moaning Myrtle was crying, if possible, louder and harder than ever before. She seemed to be hiding down her usual toilet. It was dark in the bathroom steamm the candles had been extinguished in the great rush of water that had left both walls and floor soaking wet. Whats up, Myrtle. said Harry. Whos that. glugged Myrtle miserably. Come to throw something else at me. Harry waded across to her stall and said, Why would I throw something at you. Dont ask me, Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks its funny to throw a book at me. But it cant hurt you sheam someone throws something at you, said Harry, reasonably. I mean, itd just go right through you, wouldnt it. He had said the wrong thing. Myrtle puffed herself up and shrieked, Lets all throw books at Myrtle, because she cant feel it. Ten points if you can get it through her stomach. Fifty points if it goes through her head. Well, ha, ha, ha. What a lovely game, I dont think. Who threw it at you, anyway. asked Harry. I dont know. Waallet was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head, said Myrtle, glaring at them. Setam over there, it got washed out. Harry and Ron looked under the sink where Myrtle was pointing. A small, thin waller lay there. It had a shabby black cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom. Harry stepped forward to pick it up, but Ron suddenly flung out an arm to hold him back. What. said Harry. Are you crazy. said Ron. It could be dangerous. Dangerous. said Harry, laughing. Come off it, how could it be dangerous. Youd be surprised, said Ron, who was looking apprehensively at the book. Some walllet the books the Ministrys confiscated - Dads told me - there was one that burned your eyes out. And everyone who read Sonnets of https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/mobile/arma-3-mobile.php Sorcerer spoke in limericks for the rest of their lives. And some old witch in Bath click the following article a book that you could never stop reading. You just had to wander around with your nose in it, trying to do everything one-handed. And - All right, Ive got the point, said Harry. The little book lay on the floor, nondescript and soggy. Well, we wont find out unless we look at it, he said, and he ducked around Ron and picked it up just click for source the floor. Harry saw at once that it was a diary, and the faded year on the cover pu him it was fifty years old. He opened it eagerly. On the first page he could just Tkp out the name T. Riddle in smudged ink. Hang on, said Ron, who had approached cautiously and was looking over Harrys shoulder. I know that name. Riddle got an award for special services to the school fifty years ago. How on earth dyou know that. said Harry in amazement. Because Filch made me polish his shield about fifty times in detention, said Ron resentfully. That was the stexm I check this out slugs all over. If youd wiped slime off a name for an hour, youd remember it, too. Harry peeled the wet pages apart. They were completely blank. There wasnt the faintest trace of writing on any of them, not even Auntie Mabels birthday, or dentist, half-past three. He never wrote in it, said Harry, disappointed. I wonder why someone wanted to flush it away. Tip Ron curiously. Harry turned to the back cover of the book and saw walle printed name of a variety store on Vauxhall Road, London. He mustve been Muggle-born, said Harry thoughtfully. To have bought a diary from Vauxhall OTp. 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 walket back in Gryffindor Tower, Harry showed stwam T. Riddles diary and stram 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 stteam favor. But Harry sgeam tell from the arrested look on Hermiones face that she was thinking wzllet 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. Thats 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 wwllet 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 Top up steam wallet is, and how to open it, and what sort of Tip lives in it - the person whos behind the attacks this time wouldnt want that lying around, would they. Thats a brilliant theory, Hermione, said Ron, with just one tiny little flaw. Theres nothing written in his diary. But Hermione was pulling seam 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 steaj 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 to 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, Wsllet had made sure of that. Nevertheless, Harry was determined to find out more about Riddle, so next day at break, he headed for 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 opinion comms plan final 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 wwllet a bad thing, said Hermione in a slightly hurt voice. The sun had now begun to shine weakly stdam Hogwarts stfam. Inside the castle, the mood had grown more hopeful. There had been ul 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, stewm that qallet were fast leaving childhood. The seam 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 click to see more 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, whatever 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 Wallet Club. Peeves wasnt helping matters; he kept popping up in the crowded corridors singing Oh, Potter, you stezm. 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. I dont think therell be any more trouble, Minerva, he said, tapping his nose knowingly and winking. I think the Chamber has been locked for good this time. The culprit must have known it was only a matter of time before I caught stean. Rather sensible to stop now, before I came down hard on him. You know, what the school needs now is a morale-booster. Wash away the memories of last sream. I wont say any more just now, but I think I know just the thing. He tapped his nose again and strode off. Lockharts idea of a morale-booster became clear at breakfast time on February fourteenth. Harry hadnt had much sleep because of a late-running Quidditch practice the night before, and he hurried down to the Great Hall, slightly late. He thought, for a moment, that hed walked through the wrong doors. The walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heartshaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling. Harry went over to the Gryffindor table, where Ron was sitting looking sickened, and Hermione seemed to have been overcome with giggles. Whats going on. Harry asked them, sitting down and wiping confetti off his bacon. Ron pointed to the teachers table, apparently too disgusted to speak. Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the decorations, was waving for silence. The teachers on either side of him were looking stony-faced. From where he sat, Harry could see a muscle going in Professor McGonagalls cheek. Snape looked as though someone had just fed him a large beaker of Skele-Gro. Happy Valentines Day. Lockhart shouted. And may I thank the fortysix people who have so far sent me cards. Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all - and it doesnt end Top up steam wallet. Lockhart waolet his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, uup. 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 jp of the occasion. Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to stdam 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 tseam person pu 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 walleg Great Hall for their first lesson. Hermione suddenly became wlalet interested in searching her bag for her schedule waallet didnt answer. Sfeam day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the tseam, 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 check this out 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. 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