Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           Harrywalkedovertothebed,open-mouthed,treadingonafewloosepagesofTravelswithTrolls. AsheandNevillepulledtheblanketsbackontohisbed,Ron,Dean,andSeamuscamein.Deansworeloudly. 

           "Whathappened,Harry?" 

           "Noidea,"saidHarry.ButRonwasexaminingHarry’srobes.Allthepocketswerehangingout. 

           "Someone’sbeenlookingforsomething,"saidRon."Isthereanythingmissing?" 

           Harrystartedtopickupallhisthingsandthrowthemintohistrunk.ItwasonlyashethrewthelastoftheLockhartbooksbackintoitthatherealizedwhatwasn’tthere. 

           "Riddle’sdiary’sgone,"hesaidinanundertonetoRon. 

           "What?" 

           HarryjerkedhisheadtowardthedormitorydoorandRonfollowedhimout.TheyhurrieddowntotheGryffindorcommonroom,whichwashalf-empty,andjoinedHermione,whowassittingalone,readingabookcalledAncientRunesMadeEasy. 

           Hermionelookedaghastatthenews. 

           "But-onlyaGryffindorcouldhavestolen-nobodyelseknowsourpassword—" 

           "Exactly,"saidHarry. 

           *** 

           Theywokethenextdaytobrilliantsunshineandalight,refreshingbreeze. 

           "PerfectQuidditchconditions!"saidWoodenthusiasticallyattheGryffindortable,loadingtheteam’splateswithscrambledeggs. "Harry,buckupthere,youneedadecentbreakfast." 

           HarryhadbeenstaringdownthepackedGryffindortable,wonderingifthenewownerofRiddle’sdiarywasrightinfrontofhiseyes. Hermionehadbeenurginghimtoreporttherobbery,butHarrydidn’tliketheidea.