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"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Myrtle's whole aspect changed at once. She looked as though she had never been asked such a flattering question.
"Shame," said Ron, helping himself to a jam doughnut. "He was starting to grow on me."
"And Mrs. Norris?" he whispered eagerly.
"Yes," said Riddle, calmly. "Of course, she didn't know what she was doing at first. It was very amusing. I wish you could have seen her new diary entries ... far more interesting, they became .... Dear Tom," he recited, watching Harry's horrified face, `I think I'm losing my memory. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and 1 don't know how they got there. Dear Tom, l can't remember what 1 did on the night of Halloween, but a cat was attacked and I've got paint all down my front. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not myself. I think he suspects me... There was another attack today
"There's something moving over there," Harry breathed. "Listen ... sounds like something big ......
Harry squinted around on the floodlit ground for signs of more spiders, but they had all scuttled away from the glare of the headlights.
from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it.
"I - well, I -"sputtered Lockhart.
" It's all right," said Harry, holding up the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here --"
"Very fortunate," he said stiffly.
"Fawkes," said Harry thickly. "You were fantastic, Fawkes . . . ."
Harry stared at him.
It was Dumbledore. He entered, looking deadly serious, and was followed by a second, very odd-looking man.
He put his hand on the door knob, but Ron and Harry both pointed their wands at him.
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.。