Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           YouthinkIwasgoingtousemyfilthyMugglefather’snameforever? I,inwhoseveinsrunsthebloodofSalazarSlytherinhimself,throughmymother’sside?I,keepthenameofafoul,commonMuggle,whoabandonedmeevenbeforeIwasborn,justbecausehefoundouthiswifewasawitch? No,Harry-Ifashionedmyselfanewname,anameIknewwizardseverywherewouldonedayfeartospeak,whenIhadbecomethegreatestsorcererintheworld!" 

           Harry’sbrainseemedtohavejammed.HestarednumblyatRiddle,attheorphanedboywhohadgrownuptomurderHarry’sownparents,andsomanyothers...Atlastheforcedhimselftospeak. 

           "You’renot,"hesaid,hisquietvoicefullofhatred. 

           "Notwhat?"snappedRiddle. 

           "Notthegreatestsorcererintheworld,"saidHarry,breathingfast. "Sorrytodisappointyouandallthat,butthegreatestwizardintheworldisAlbusDumbledore. Everyonesaysso. Evenwhenyouwerestrong,youdidn’tdaretryandtakeoveratHogwarts. Dumbledoresawthroughyouwhenyouwereatschoolandhestillfrightensyounow,whereveryou’rehidingthesedays—" 

           ThesmilehadgonefromRiddle’sface,tobereplacedbyaveryuglylook. 

           "Dumbledore’sbeendrivenoutofthiscastlebythemerememoryofme!"hehissed. 

           "He’snotasgoneasyoumightthink!"Harryretorted. Hewasspeakingatrandom,wantingtoscareRiddle,wishingratherthanbelievingittobetrue. 

           Riddleopenedhismouth,butfroze. 

           Musicwascomingfromsomewhere. RiddlewhirledaroundtostaredowntheemptyChamber. Themusicwasgrowinglouder.