Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Thenhepulledanewbottleoutofhisbedsidecabinet,dippedhisquillintoit,anddroppedablotontothefirstpageofthediary. 

           Theinkshonebrightlyonthepaperforasecondandthen,asthoughitwasbeingsuckedintothepage,vanished. Excited,Harryloadeduphisquillasecondtimeandwrote, "MynameisHarryPotter." 

           Thewordsshonemomentarilyonthepageandthey,too,sankwithouttrace. Then,atlast,somethinghappened. 

           Oozingbackoutofthepage,inhisveryownink,camewordsHarryhadneverwritten. 

           "Hello,HarryPotter.MynameisTomRiddle.Howdidyoucomebymydiary?" 

           Thesewords,too,fadedaway,butnotbeforeHarryhadstartedtoscribbleback. 

           "Someonetriedtoflushitdownatoilet." 

           HewaitedeagerlyforRiddle’sreply. 

           "LuckythatIrecordedmymemoriesinsomemorelastingwaythanink. ButIalwaysknewthattherewouldbethosewhowouldnotwantthisdiaryread." 

           "Whatdoyoumean?"Harryscrawled,blottingthepageinhisexcitement. 

           `Imeanthatthisdiaryholdsmemoriesofterriblethings.Thingsthatwerecoveredup. ThingsthathappenedatHogwartsSchoolofWitchcraftandWizardry." 

           "That’swhereIamnow,"Harrywrotequickly. "I’matHogwarts,andhorriblestuff’sbeenhappening.DoyouknowanythingabouttheChamberofSecrets?" 

           Hisheartwashammering.Riddle’sreplycamequickly,hiswritingbecominguntidier,asthoughhewashurryingtotellallheknew.