Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: The Illustrated Edition (Harry Potter, Book 2)
J.K. Rowling
Language: English
Pages: 272
ISBN: 0545791324
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
And strike it does. For in Harry's second year at Hogwarts, fresh torments and horrors arise, including an outrageously stuck-up new professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, a spirit named Moaning Myrtle who haunts the girls' bathroom, and the unwanted attentions of Ron Weasley's younger sister, Ginny.
But each of these seem minor annoyances when the real trouble begins, and someone -- or something -- starts turning Hogwarts students to stone. Could it be Draco Malfoy, a more poisonous rival than ever? Could it possibly be Hagrid, whose mysterious past is finally told? Or could it be the one everyone at Hogwarts most suspects... Harry Potter himself?
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steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, then the vegetable patch and then out over the black lawns, losing height all the time. Ron let go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket. ‘STOP! STOP!’ he yelled, whacking the dashboard and the windscreen, but they were still plummeting, the ground flying up towards them … ‘MIND THAT TREE!’ Harry bellowed, lunging for the
are, Potter, Weasley.’ Professor McGonagall was walking towards them, looking stern. ‘You will both do your detentions this evening.’ ‘What are we doing, Professor?’ said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp. ‘You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr Filch,’ said Professor McGonagall. ‘And no magic, Weasley – elbow grease.’ Ron gulped. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was loathed by every student in the school. ‘And you, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan
a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. ‘You look troubled, young Potter,’ said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. ‘So do you,’ said Harry. ‘Ah,’ Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, ‘a matter of no importance … it’s not as though I really wanted to join … thought I’d apply, but
refused to do it. ‘Nice loud howl, Harry – exactly – and then, if you’ll believe it, I pounced – like this – slammed him to the floor – thus – with one hand, I managed to hold him down – with my other, I put my wand to his throat – I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm – he let out a piteous moan – go on, Harry – higher than that – good – the fur vanished – the fangs shrank – and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective – and another
Harry, three beds away, caught the acrid smell of burnt plastic. ‘Melted,’ said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly, ‘all melted …’ ‘What does this mean, Albus?’ Professor McGonagall asked urgently. ‘It means,’ said Dumbledore, ‘that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again.’ Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth. Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore. ‘But Albus … surely … who?’ ‘The question is not who,’ said Dumbledore, his eyes on Colin. ‘The question is, how …’ And from what Harry