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"Anyone can make a mistake," said Hermione. "And it doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Harry?"
"Someone tried to flush it down a toilet."
"Moste Potente Potions?" she repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione; but Hermione wouldn't let go.
"Ready to resume play?" she asked Wood.
But the whole class was now hanging on Professor Binns's every word. He looked dimly at them all, every face turned to his. Harry
"Already dead," said Ron helpfully.
The pages of the diary began to blow as though caught in a high wind, stopping halfway through the month of June. Mouth hanging open, Harry saw that the little square for June thirteenth seemed to have turned into a miniscule television screen. His hands trembling slightly, he raised the book to press his eye against the little window, and before he knew what was happening, he was tilting forward; the window was widening, he felt his body leave his bed, and he was pitched headfirst through the opening in the page, into a whirl of color and shadow.
"Good. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry," Hermione said, holding up a small sack. "You'll need bigger sizes once you're Crabbe and Goyle."
He had said the wrong thing. Myrtle puffed herself up and shrieked, "Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you can get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head! Well, ha, ha, ha! What a lovely game, I don't think!"
George Weasley, wrestling the rogue Bludger into a box. It was still putting up a terrific fight.
Harry had barely closed the door on Myrtle's gurgling sobs when a loud voice made all three of them jump.
wrist to stop him from hitting himself with the water jug again. "Who's opened it? Who opened it last time?"
"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
Down the moving spiral staircase they went, emerging next to the gargoyle in the darkening corridor. Riddle stopped, and so did Harry, watching him. Harry could tell that Riddle was doing some serious thinking. He was biting his lip, his forehead furrowed.
But Moaning Myrtle glided suddenly through the stall door. Harry had never seen her looking so happy.