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The Very Secret Diary
ThiswasHogwartsasRiddlehadknownit,meaningthatthisunknownwizardwasHeadmaster,notDumbledore,andhe,Harry,waslittlemorethanaphantom,completelyinvisibletothepeopleoffiftyyearsago.
Therewasaknockontheofficedoor.
"Enter,"saidtheoldwizardinafeeblevoice.
Aboyofaboutsixteenentered,takingoffhispointedhat. Asilverprefect’sbadgewasglintingonhischest.HewasmuchtallerthanHarry,buthe,too,hadjet-blackhair.
"Ah,Riddle,"saidtheHeadmaster.
"Youwantedtoseeme,ProfessorDippet?"saidRiddle.Helookednervous.
"Sitdown,"saidDippet."I’vejustbeenreadingtheletteryousentme."
"Oh,"saidRiddle.Hesatdown,grippinghishandstogetherverytightly.
"Mydearboy,"saidDipperkindly,"Icannotpossiblyletyoustayatschooloverthesummer. Surelyyouwanttogohomefortheholidays?"
"No,"saidRiddleatonce."I’dmuchratherstayatHogwartsthangobacktothat-tothat—"
"YouliveinaMuggleorphanageduringtheholidays,Ibelieve?"saidDippetcuriously.
"Yes,sir,"saidRiddle,reddeningslightly.
"YouareMuggle-born?"
"Half-blood,sir,"saidRiddle."Mugglefather,witchmother."
"Andarebothyourparents-?"
"MymotherdiedjustafterIwasborn,sir. Theytoldmeattheorphanageshelivedjustlongenoughtonameme-Tomaftermyfather,Marvoloaftermygrandfather."
Dippercluckedhistonguesympathetically.
"Thethingis,Tom,"hesighed,"Specialarrangementsmighthavebeenmadeforyou,butinthecurrentcircumstances..."
