Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Very Secret Diary
Harrysawatoncethatitwasadiary,andthefadedyearonthecovertoldhimitwasfiftyyearsold. Heopenediteagerly. Onthefirstpagehecouldjustmakeoutthename"TM.Riddle"insmudgedink.
"Hangon,"saidRon,whohadapproachedcautiouslyandwaslookingoverHarry’sshoulder. "Iknowthatname... T.M.Riddlegotanawardforspecialservicestotheschoolfiftyyearsago."
"Howonearthd’youknowthat?"saidHarryinamazement.
"BecauseFilchmademepolishhisshieldaboutfiftytimesindetention,"saidRonresentfully. "ThatwastheoneIburpedslugsallover. Ifyou’dwipedslimeoffanameforanhour,you’drememberit,too."
Harrypeeledthewetpagesapart.Theywerecompletelyblank. Therewasn’tthefaintesttraceofwritingonanyofthem,notevenAuntieMabel’sbirthday,ordentist,half-pastthree.
"Heneverwroteinit,"saidHarry,disappointed.
"Iwonderwhysomeonewantedtoflushitaway?"saidRoncuriously.
HarryturnedtothebackcoverofthebookandsawtheprintednameofavarietystoreonVauxhallRoad,London.
"Hemust’vebeenMuggle-born,"saidHarrythoughtfully. "TohaveboughtadiaryfromVauxhallRoad..."
"Well,it’snotmuchusetoyou,"saidRon.Hedroppedhisvoice. "FiftypointsifyoucangetitthroughMyrtle’snose."
Harry,however,pocketedit.
Hermioneleftthehospitalwing,de-whiskered,tail-less,andfurfree,atthebeginningofFebruary. OnherfirsteveningbackinGryffindorTower,HarryshowedherT.M.Riddle’sdiaryandtoldherthestoryofhowtheyhadfoundit.
