Wake up.

You've got to help me, Tom.

This a basilisk.

You won't come until it's called.

Give me my warned Tom.

You won't be needing it.

Listen, we've got to go.

We've got to save her.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Harry.

You see, his poor Ginny grows weaker.

I grow stronger.

Yes, Harry.

It was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

No, she couldn't.

She wouldn't.

It was Ginny who set the basilisk on the mud bloods and filters Cat Genie who wrote the threatening messages on the walls.

Why?

Because I told her to find I could be very persuasive.

Not that she knew what she was doing.

She was, shall we say, in a kind of trance.

Still, the power of the diary began to scare her.

And she tried to dispose of it in the girls bathroom.

And then who should find it?

But you, the very person I was most anxious to meet.

Why did you want to meet me?

I knew I had to talk to you.

Meet you if I could.

So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust.

Hagrid's my friend and you framed was my word against Hagrid's only doubled or seem to think he was innocent, but tumbled also right through you.

He certainly kept annoyingly close watch on me.

After that.

I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the chamber again while I was still at school.

So I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my 16 year old self in its pages so that one day I would be able to lead another to finish Salazar.

Slytherin is noble work.

Well, you haven't finished it this time.

A few hours, Mandrake drop will be ready.

And everyone who's petrified will be all right.

Haven't I told you?

Killing mud bloods doesn't matter to me anymore.

For many months now, my new target has been used.

How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time?

How did you escape?

With nothing but a scarf.

While Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed.

Why do you care how I escaped old?

What was after your time?

Voldemort is my past, present and future.

Okay?

Yeah, Your theory of slithering.

Surely you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name.

I fashion myself in new name A name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world.

Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world that has been driven out of this castle.

By the mere memory off me.

He'll never be gone.

Not as long as those who remain a loyal to him.

No.

So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender.

A songbird on an old hat.

Let's match the power of Lord Voldemort.

Aarhus Salazar, slithering against the famous Harry.