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His
spell
lit
the
corridor
with
a
sudden
flaming
light
.
The
door
behind
the
large
boy
flew
open
with
such
force
it
knocked
him
into
the
wall
opposite
.
And
out
of
it
came
something
that
made
Harry
let
out
a
long
,
piercing
scream
unheard
by
anyone
.
A
vast
,
low-slung
,
hairy
body
and
a
tangle
of
black
legs
;
a
gleam
of
many
eyes
and
a
pair
of
razor-sharp
pincers
-
Riddle
raised
his
wand
again
,
but
he
was
too
late
.
The
thing
bowled
him
over
as
it
scuttled
away
,
tearing
up
the
corridor
and
out
of
sight
.
Riddle
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
looking
after
it
;
he
raised
his
wand
,
but
the
huge
boy
leapt
on
him
,
seized
his
wand
,
and
threw
him
back
down
,
yelling
,
"
NOOOOOO
!
"
The
scene
whirled
,
the
darkness
became
complete
;
Harry
felt
himself
falling
and
,
with
a
crash
,
he
landed
spread-eagled
on
his
four-poster
in
the
Gryffindor
dormitory
,
Riddle
's
diary
lying
open
on
his
stomach
.
Before
he
had
had
time
to
regain
his
breath
,
the
dormitory
door
opened
and
Ron
came
in
.
"
There
you
are
,
"
he
said
.
Harry
sat
up
.
He
was
sweating
and
shaking
.
"
What
's
up
?
"
said
Ron
,
looking
at
him
with
concern
.
"
It
was
Hagrid
,
Ron
.
Hagrid
opened
the
Chamber
of
Secrets
fifty
years
ago
.
"
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
had
always
known
that
Hagrid
had
an
unfortunate
liking
for
large
and
monstrous
creatures
.
During
their
first
year
at
Hogwarts
he
had
tried
to
raise
a
dragon
in
his
little
wooden
house
,
and
it
would
be
a
long
time
before
they
forgot
the
giant
,
three-headed
dog
he
'd
christened
"
Fluffy
.
"
And
if
,
as
a
boy
,
Hagrid
had
heard
that
a
monster
was
hidden
somewhere
in
the
castle
,
Harry
was
sure
he
'd
have
gone
to
any
lengths
for
a
glimpse
of
it
.
He
'd
probably
thought
it
was
a
shame
that
the
monster
had
been
cooped
up
so
long
,
and
thought
it
deserved
the
chance
to
stretch
its
many
legs
;
Harry
could
just
imagine
the
thirteen-year-old
Hagrid
trying
to
fit
a
leash
and
collar
on
it
.
But
he
was
equally
certain
that
Hagrid
would
never
have
meant
to
kill
anybody
.
Harry
half
wished
he
had
n't
found
out
how
to
work
Riddle
's
diary
.
Again
and
again
Ron
and
Hermione
made
him
recount
what
he
'd
seen
,
until
he
was
heartily
sick
of
telling
them
and
sick
of
the
long
,
circular
conversations
that
followed
.
