Your request : Book : Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Chapter 7 - Sang-de-Bourbe et drôle de voix
“Filch’ll have me there all night,” said Ron heavily. “No magic! There must be about a hundred cups in that room. I’m no good at Muggle cleaning.” “I’d swap anytime,” said Harry hollowly. “I’ve had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart’s fan mail... he’ll be a nightmare...”
The minutes snailed by. Harry let Lockhart’s voice wash over him, occasionally saying, “Mmm” and “Right” and “Yeah.” Now and then he caught a phrase like, “Fame’s a fickle friend, Harry,” or “Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that.”
It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom. “Come... come to me... Let me rip you... Let me tear you... Let me kill you...”Harry gave a huge jump and a large lilac blot appeared on Veronica Smethley’s street. “What?” he said loudly. “I know!” said Lockhart. “Six solid months at the top of the best-seller list! Broke all records!”
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