Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           HemightnotseewhatuseFawkesortheSortingHatwere,buthewasnolongeralone,andhewaitedforRiddletostoplaughingwithhiscouragemounting. 

           "Tobusiness,Harry,"saidRiddle,stillsmilingbroadly. "Twice-inyourpast,inmyfuture-wehavemet.AndtwiceIfailedtokillyou.Howdidyousurvive?Tellmeeverything. Thelongeryoutalk,"headdedsoftly,"thelongeryoustayalive." 

           Harrywasthinkingfast,weighinghischances.Riddlehadthewand.He,Harry,hadFawkesandtheSortingHat,neitherofwhichwouldbemuchgoodinaduel.Itlookedbad,allright... butthelongerRiddlestoodthere,themorelifewasdwindlingoutofGinny... andinthemeantime,Harrynoticedsuddenly,Riddle’soutlinewasbecomingclearer,moresolid...IfithadtobeafightbetweenhimandRiddle,bettersoonerthanlater. 

           "Nooneknowswhyyoulostyourpowerswhenyouattackedme,"saidHarryabruptly."Idon’tknowmyself.ButIknowwhyyoucouldn’tkillme. Becausemymotherdiedtosaveme.MycommonMuggle-bornmother,"headded,shakingwithsuppressedrage."Shestoppedyoukillingme.AndI’veseentherealyou,Isawyoulastyear. You’reawreck.You’rebarelyalive. That’swhereallyourpowergotyou.You’reinhiding.You’reugly,you’refoul—" 

           Riddle’sfacecontorted.Thenheforceditintoanawfulsmile. "So.Yourmotherdiedtosaveyou.Yes,that’sapowerfulcountercharm.Icanseenow...thereisnothingspecialaboutyou,afterall. Iwondered,yousee.Therearestrangelikenessesbetweenus,afterall.Evenyoumusthavenoticed.