Tom still remembered every detail of what had happened.
His cunning servant Lucius had finally followed his instructions and smuggled the Diary into the school.
But Tom had never imagined that he would fall into the hands of an adult wizard, much less that a wizard like Lockhart could even exist!
Did he have nothing to do besides signing his name and copying out revolting lines?
Inside the Diary, Tom trembled with rage whenever he recalled those agonizing memories.
Adult wizards were not as easily tempted as young ones. They were relatively mature and highly vigilant. And as a professor, any unusual behavior on Lockhart's part would be more likely to attract Dumbledore's attention.
Tom had originally planned to lie low and observe Lockhart, find his weaknesses, and then attempt to control him.
He had never expected this to mark the beginning of his torment!
As the Diary absorbed line after line of ornate signatures, Tom felt as though the name Gilderoy Lockhart filled his entire field of vision.
What sort of person could persist in signing his name in a diary five hundred times every single day?
Five hundred times!
And then there were those disgusting lines. Tom felt that even a glance would sully him-oh, darling Gilderoy, I love you so madly. You are all there is in my life...
You are my sun, my moon. By day or by night, all I see is you.
The gleam of your teeth is the light of my life, and your smile is my reason to live.
I wait only to meet you.
Perhaps no one would believe that the light bursting forth in this instant would illuminate our future. Upon those blooming rose petals, I write my love for you-Gilderoy, I love you!
Tom could swear that even