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"The diary," said Riddle. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes--how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how"--Riddle's eyes glinted--"how she didn't think famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her..."
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"Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?"
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"Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want this diary read."
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"I mean that this diary holds memories of terrible things. Things that were covered up at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
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"Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets. In my day, they told us it was a legend, that it did not exist. But this was a lie."
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"In my fifth year, the Chamber was opened and the monster attacked several students, finally killing one."
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I caught the person who'd opened the Chamber and he was expelled. But the Headmaster, Professor Dippet, ashamed that such a thing had happened at Hogwarts, forbade me to tell the truth.
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A story was given out that the girl had died in a freak accident. They gave me a nice, shiny, engraved trophy for my trouble and warned me to keep my mouth shut. But I knew it could happen again. The monster lived on, and the one who had the power to release it was not imprisoned.
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