Because of Hermione's hospitalization, Harry and the others now believed every word Bangs said, even if it was nonsense.
Hermione had been in the hospital ward for weeks. When the other students returned to school after Christmas, they talked about her disappearance. Everyone took it for granted that she had been attacked. Therefore, the students lined up to walk past the hospital ward, wanting to see her. Madam Pomfrey was forced to take out her curtains again and hang them around Hermione's bed so that her furry face was not visible and she did not feel ashamed.
Bunce, Harry, and Ron visited her every night, and since she had been in the hospital, she had stopped taking Bunce's advice to heart. When the new term began, they brought her her daily homework.
"If I had a beard on my cheeks, I could rest and not do my homework.”said Ron one evening, placing a pile of books on the table beside Hermione's bed.
"You'll get your chance, Ron, but a man's beard is no excuse for slacking off.”Bangs said with a smile.
"Don't be silly, Ron, I've got to catch up.”said Hermione briskly. The hair on her face was gone, and her eyes were slowly turning brown again, which made her feel much better. "We probably didn't get any new clues, right?”she asked in a low voice.
"No, I haven't." said Harry gloomily.
"Bons, why didn't you tell us?”asked Ron.
"What's the use of telling you?" asked Bance.
"At least I can stop-" said Ron boastfully.
"What's that?" said Harry, pointing at something golden sticking out from under Hermione's pillow.
"A greeting card." said Hermione quickly, trying to shove it in so they wouldn't see it. But Ron was much faster. He pulled out the card, opened it, and read aloud,"
To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, five-time winner of the Witch Weekly Charming Smile Award.
Ron looked up at Hermione with disgust.
"You put this under your pillow to sleep?”
Hermione didn't have to answer him, because Madam Pomfrey was hurrying up with her evening medicine.
"Don't you think Lockhart's the best sycophant he's ever been?”Ron asked, and he, Bunce, and Harry left the ward and began to go upstairs to the castle. Suddenly they heard an angry shout from upstairs.
"Filch," Harry whispered. They hurried up the stairs, hiding out of sight and listening.
"Do you think someone else has been attacked?”said Ron nervously.
"Is that possible?" asked Bance in a low voice.
They stood motionless, their heads craning in the direction of Filch's voice, which sounded almost hysterical.
"You're giving me trouble again! Mopping the floor all night, as if I hadn't had enough work! No, this is intolerable, I'm going to Dumbledore."
Filch's footsteps faded away, and they heard the slam of a door in the distance.
They poked their heads out from around the corner. Filch was clearly standing guard in his usual place: They had come to the place where Mrs. Norris had been attacked. They could tell at once why Filch was shouting. A large pool of water spread across most of the corridor, and it looked as if it was still seeping out from under the crack in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Now that Filch was no longer shouting, they could hear Myrtle's cries echoing through the bathroom walls.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Ron.
"Won't we know when we go over and take a look?" Bangs said with a smile, and they lifted their robes above their ankles and waded through the surging water toward the door with the Malfunction sign. As usual, they ignored the notice and walked straight in.
It was incredible that Moaning Myrtle was crying louder and more mournful than ever. She seemed to be hiding in her usual toilet bowl. The bathroom was dimly lit because the gushing water had extinguished the candles and made the walls and floor damp.
"What's the matter, Myrtle?" asked Harry.
"Who are you?" said Myrtle miserably.”
Harry waded over to her cubicle and said,"Why would I throw something at you?”
"Don't ask me," cried Myrtle, emerging with another spray of water that splashed the already soaked floor."I'm all right here, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me"
"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt.”said Harry rationally."I mean, that thing could've gone right through you, couldn't it?”
Harry said the wrong thing. Myrtle swelled up and shrieked,"Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! If you hit her in the stomach with a book, you get ten points! If it hit her head, it would be 50 points! Very good, haha, haha! What a cute game, I don't think so!”
"Then who threw the book at you?" asked Harry.
"I don't know. I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking about death, when the book suddenly fell off my head.”said Myrtle, glaring at them. "It's right there. It's all soaked in water.”
Bunce and the others followed Myrtle's finger and looked down into the sink. A small, thin book lay on the floor. The tattered black cover, like everything else in the bathroom, was completely soaked. Harry took a step forward to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and held him back.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry.
"Are you crazy?" said Ron.”
"Dangerous?" said Harry, smiling."Come on, how could it be dangerous?”
"You'd be surprised," said Ron, staring at the book in horror."My dad told me one of the books confiscated by the Ministry would burn your eyes out. Anyone who has read the Wizard's Sonnets will spend the rest of their lives talking in limericks. An old wizard in Bath had a book that you could never put down! You bury your face in books everywhere you go and learn to do everything with one hand. And-"
"Honestly, Ron, you're a terrible singer.”Bangs said as he flipped through the diary. On the first page, he could only make out a name written in indistinct ink: Tom Riddle.
"Wait." said Ron."I know that name. Riddle won a Special Contribution Award for the School fifty years ago.”He had edged forward cautiously, and was reading the diary behind Bunce.
"How did you know?" said Harry, surprised.
"Because Filch kept me in detention and made me polish his medals about fifty times.”said Ron unevenly."I sneezed on it the other day, and if you spent an hour wiping saliva off a name, you'd remember it too.“
"He didn't write a single word." said Harry disappointedly.
"I don't understand why anyone would throw it away.”said Ron curiously.
"There are many things you don't understand." Bangs put the diary in his pocket and said," I have something to do now. You guys go to sleep first.”
"Well, you're always so mysterious.”said Ron, lowering his voice."Fifty points if you can hit Myrtle in the nose with it.”
Bunce went to Dumbledore's office door and knocked.
"Come in." said Dumbledore, turning the pages of his book.
"Hello, Professor." said Bunce."I'm very grateful you didn't change the password, or I'd have had to go to Professor McGonagall.”
"I wonder what good news you have for a late night visit?”said Dumbledore, crossing his fingers.
"It's this." said Bunce, taking his diary out of his pocket.
"A diary?" Dumbledore took the diary and flipped through it." No, there's very powerful magic on it. This is not an ordinary diary.”
"Yes, this is Voldemort's trick, this is what opened the Chamber of Secrets.”Bance said.
"What I'm most interested in is how Voldemort did it? According to my sources, he's still hiding in the forests of Albania.”said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Are you still going to pretend to be ignorant in front of me, Professor?”Bangs said with a smile.
"I can't hide anything from you. The Prophet is really amazing.”Dumbledore sighed.
"You should know how to destroy this thing, Professor.”Bance said.
"Actually, I still don't understand. Who's being controlled?”asked Dumbledore.
"Ginny Weasley. She's been writing on it all term. You should know Voldemort's level of seduction.”Bance said.
"No wonder, no wonder Severus couldn't find out who it was," muttered Dumbledore.
"Lucius snuck it into Ginny's old book at the bookstore, it's a pretty good scheme, if nothing goes wrong.”Bance said.
Dumbledore did not answer. He drew Gryffindor's sword from the cupboard and plunged it into the diary. There was a terrible, prolonged, ear-piercing scream, and a torrent of ink-like substance shot out of the diary.
"What about the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, Professor?”asked Bangs.
"Well, I'll need Harry's help.”said Dumbledore, looking down at the pierced diary.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, Professor.”Bunce got up and said," Oh, yes, please give me the diary.”
"What do you want this for? It's useless now." said Dumbledore.
"Return it to its rightful owner and kick Lucius out of school, right?”Bangs said with a smile.
"I should be glad you weren't on Tom's side," said Dumbledore, gazing at Bunce with his bright blue eyes.
" You should be glad of what you've done. Otherwise," Bangs said as he closed the door.
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