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           ShesettheSerpentofSlytherinonfourMudbloods,andtheSquib’scat." 

           "No,"Harrywhispered. 

           "Yes,"saidRiddle,calmly. "Ofcourse,shedidn’tknowwhatshewasdoingatfirst.Itwasveryamusing.Iwishyoucouldhaveseenhernewdiaryentries...farmoreinteresting,theybecame... DearTom,"herecited,watchingHarry’shorrifiedface,`IthinkI’mlosingmymemory.Thereareroosterfeathersallovermyrobesand1don’tknowhowtheygotthere.DearTom,lcan’trememberwhatIdidonthenightofHalloween,butacatwasattackedandI’vegotpaintalldownmyfront. DearTom,PercykeepstellingmeI’mpaleandI’mnotmyselfIthinkhesuspectsme... TherewasanotherattacktodayandIdon’tknowwhereIwas. Tom,whatamIgoingtodo?IthinkI’mgoingmad... IthinkI’mtheoneattackingeveryone,Tom!" 

           Harry’sfistswereclenched,thenailsdiggingdeepintohispalms. 

           "IttookaverylongtimeforstupidlittleGinnytostoptrustingherdiary,"saidRiddle. "Butshefinallybecamesuspiciousandtriedtodisposeofit. Andthat’swhereyoucamein,Harry. Youfoundit,andIcouldn’thavebeenmoredelighted. Ofallthepeoplewhocouldhavepickeditup,itwasyou,theverypersonIwasmostanxioustomeet..." 

           "Andwhydidyouwanttomeetme?"saidHarry.Angerwascoursingthroughhim,anditwasanefforttokeephisvoicesteady. 

           "Well,yousee,Ginnytoldmeallaboutyou,Harry,"saidRiddle."Yourwholefascinatinghistory."