THE VERY SECRET DIARY
“ 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.”
“ That’ s where I am now,” Harry wrote quickly.“ I’ m at Hogwarts, and horrible stuff’ s been happening. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?”
His heart was hammering. Riddle’ s 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 who’ d 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.“ It’ s happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know who’ s behind them. Who was it last time?”
“ I can show you, if you like,” came Riddle’ s reply.“ You don’ t 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 be taken inside somebody else’ s memory? He glanced nervously at the door to the dormitory, which was
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