Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter, #2)

by J.K. Rowling

said Hermione, sounding as usual as though she had swallowed the textbook.

“Oh, no, not you,” he moaned. “Doesn’t know what he’s saying,” said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. “Not to worry, Harry. I’m about to fix your arm.” “No!” said Harry. “I’ll keep it like this, thanks. . . .” He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby. “I don’t want a photo of this, Colin,” he said loudly.

“That’s a brilliant theory, Hermione,” said Ron, “with just one tiny little flaw. There’s nothing written in his diary.”

“Let me at him,” Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. “I don’t care, I don’t need my wand, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands —”