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Where is it?
Where do you keep it?
We have an intruder!
I repeat, we have an intruder!
We have an intruder!
I repeat, we have an intruder!
We have an intruder!
I repeat, we have an intruder!
We have an intruder!
I repeat, we have an intruder!
EVIDENCE ROOM 24 - 36
...doges both the bludgers,
throws the quaffle with his curve ball
and scores the match point!
The match was terrific.
Cool!
Is that your diary?
It's just plain stupid.
- What is?
- Quidditch.
People running around on brooms,
chasing flying balls?
It's ridiculous.
Worse than a fantasy.
But it's real!
I must admit though,
its an interesting point of view,
I've never seen it like that.
But...
Maybe its the muggle part in you...
that finds Quidditch stupid...
I am not a muggle.
I have none of their dirty blood.
I am the best student
Hogwarts ever seen.
And one day,
I'll be the most powerful wizard
in the history of time.
I can assure you.
I'm just a second year student.
I hardly know anything about myself,
but there is one thing I do know:
you're exceptional.
I have no doubt.
You'll surely become...
the greatest wizard ever.
Watch out, she's dangerous!
"No past, no future."
Inject her with Veritaserum.
"And me?"
You're going to sing like a siren.
"Farewell, Grisha."
What have you done to me?
What have you done!
So,
let's see.
Grisha McLaggen.
Graduated at Hogwarts
in 1950.
Second class Auror,
order of Morgana,
untraceable for two years...
A personal investigation, I guess?
I might be offended...
considering how amazingly
you broke all my men's bones.
I was expecting...
a much more interesting witch,
and clearly not an alchemy expert.
Such a peculiar displacement technique.
Which kind of magic is it?
It surely doesn't look like
a common disapparition.
Listen to me, General Makarov.
You're making a mistake.
You know my name.
Surprising.
But,
we'll agree, Miss,
that sneaking
into an Auror's warehouse
of the Soviet department,
without any kind of authorization,
is a way more serious mistake
than any I might have made.
We're talking about
a high protected and concealed warehouse.
So,
I can only...
imagine...
how serious...
your purpose is.
So I ask you,
What do you want,
Miss McLaggen?
You have something...
that does not belong to you.
Something essential...
to complete my investigation.
And yet...
we did not receive
any request of cooperation
from the British department.
So,
I deduce this is a private matter.
Isn't it?
You have to help me!
You have no idea what is at stake!
Why don't we test the wonderful effect...
of the potion
that's entering your system...
right as we speak?
What...
were you trying to steal,
Miss McLaggen?
A diary.
A diary
which used to belong...
to Tom Marvolo
Riddle.
As I thought.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
After Gellert Grindelwald's fall,
the Soviet lands were still...
brimming with dark magic.
Artifacts...
that that bastard and his followers...
had been forced
to hide after their defeat.
One of our reconnaissance team
has come across something...
unusual.
An object...
damn well protected.
The most capable among us...
gave up his life to overcome...
such magic.
A diary.
Apparently...
belonging to a Tom Marvolo Riddle:
the mysterious disappearance
of a boy ten years ago,
clean record,
no kind of connection
to Gellert Grindelwald.
Not one...
of our disillusionist...
has been able to obtain
anything from those pages,
not a single damn word!
Then, you turn up.
A British Auror...
on the trail of the murder
of Hepzibah Smith and...
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Our Mister Nobody.
Why?
That diary,
that's the only clue I have,
my only chance to stop Tom!
Tom?
You mean
Mr Riddle?
I didn't know you were friends,
or,
intimate, even.
We were friends...
the four of us.
We wanted to change the world...
The four of you?
Slow down,
let's talk about Riddle.
According to the investigation
files found in your bag,
he seems to have been
implicated in various crimes,
among which the most scandalous...
in recent years:
the homicide of Hepzibah Smith.
Because that's
what you believe, isn't it?
It's a long story,
that started way before the murder...
of Hepzibah Smith.
Persuade me.
Tell me every single detail.
I imagine...
you've already heard...
of the four founders of Hogwarts.
What many people don't know is...
they have descendance.
Rictumsempra!
Flipendo!
Expelliarmus!
Unusual choice to use Flipendo.
Congratulations to both, boys.
Bloody hell, I had a feeling this time.
I thought I'd win!
You should move your legs more.
If you're not ready
with an Expelliarmus, dodge.
I'm sure you'll remember it next time.
I trained every single day for this!
One day, I'll beat you, my friend.
I konw it.
You have a long way to go
before you can beat a senior.
Go on,
have a laugh while you can.
Now I make an oath.
One day,
I'll be the strongest wizard ever.
Stronger than Dumbledore,
Stronger than you,
Wiglaf.
And then,
I will marry you, Grisha.
God, here we go again.
I will mary you,
and we'll have some beautiful babies.
I'll find the lost cup of my house,
I'll get back the ancient
castle of Helga Hufflepuff,
and we'll live happily ever after!
What do you think?
Enough with this nonsense.
Come on,
this will probably be
my last reunion here in Hogwarts.
We have many things to discuss.
Come one, Grisha,
say something.
Alright,
let's make a deal.
If you really become a great wizard,
as you say,
you'll be strong enough to defeat Tom.
Tom?
Yes, exactly.
If you defeat Tom,
then,
maybe I'll consider your proposal.
Tom?
Don't make me laugh, Grisha.
Alright, alright.
Everyone at school knows...
that you have a crush on Tom.
So what?
He may be a bookworm,
but he's not even remotely
as strong as Wiglaf.
Really?
So you think you could beat him, now?
Me? No.
Not now.
He's a seventh year student,
so I think...
Stop, that's enough!
You look like kids
fighting over chocolate frogs!
Wiglaf, we...
- We're just joking.
- Joking?
Joking...
Do you remember why were here?
Do you remember who we are?
Why, regardless...
of the different houses
the Sorting Hat sorted us in,
we are bounded forever
by a destiny we cannot change?
We are the heirs.
Exactly.
Heirs?
What does this mean?
Are you really...
Grisha McLaggen.
Descendant of Godric,
and heir of the bloodline
of Gryffindor.
But,
the files don't say anything about this!
The descendance from the founders...
does not appear in official documents.
It is a secret...
guarded from one generation...
to the next.
And...
the other heirs?
Wiglaf Sigurdsson,
heir of Ravenclaw,
and Lazarus Smith,
heir of Hufflepuff.
We trained,
we studied,
we did researches...
to find where our ancesters...
hid the heirlooms
of the four noble houses.
But in the end,
we were just a bunch of children,
dreaming of changing the world.
And
Tom Riddle?
The fourth heir.
The heir...
of Slytherin.
So
he was a friend of yours too?
Yes,
but Tom,
was different.
He has always been.
That day...
something broke.
And remember,
we took an oath.
We, the heirs,
will fight so that evil...
will be eradicated.
We will bring peace and justice.
We will make the world...
a better place!
Such a nice speech, Captain.
Dont worry Mr. Riddle.
We are honored.
We are nothing...
but low rank wizards, right?
How could we expect...
a noble Slytherin like you...
to lower himself...
to the vile rule of punctuality?
Youre right,
Captain.
You may be the only wizards,
expect from Slytherins,
I even dare talk to.
Not like theyre worthy, mind you.
Grisha!
he dematerialized!
Were in the Room
of Requirement, idiot.
We were talking
about the sacred heirlooms...
of the houses,
perhaps you care.
Oh! Big news.
Actually, Grisha and I were discussing
about who is the best wizard...
between you and Wiglaf.
- Well, I was just...
- Stop this!
Whats wrong?
Afraid to lose your spot, Cap?
Theres never been any Cap.
Come on Wiglaf,
it looks like youre afraid of Tom!
You could beat him
in a heartbeat if only you wanted to.
Youll see, Grisha.
Well, this is new.
Is that so, Cap?
Guys, stop it.
I wont fight you, Riddle.
But I think you want to.
This is the last time...
we'll actually all meet, yes?
Now or never.
Right, right!
Theres no reason for us to fight.
You are not my enemy.
For now.
Were not talking about a deadly duel,
Just an amateur fight.
Tom, maybe...
We all know how much...
you care to prove the Raven
is superior to the Snake.
Enough!
Relax, Captain.
It was just a joke.
Come on Captain,
where is your sense of humor?
Well, you actually
never had a sense of humor.
Alright, Grisha!
Wiglaf doesnt
want to fight Tom? Ill try myself
and then you will have to marry me!
What?
You dont want to, Lazarus.
You know well
that you are not ready for this duel.
Yeah?
Well see!
Lazarus!
Lazarus, stop!
You heard Tom!
Listen to the elders once and for all!
Of course!
Tom, Tom,
Tom,
Tom!
Youd like everyone
to always listen to Tom!
Lazarus!
Stop this!
You don't have
any other ace in the hole, Laz.
Bye bye, Grisha.
Lazarus...
just wanted to get my attention...
but Tom...
Something took over him...
Like a shadow...
hungry for power...
You broke his arm!
Willing to do anything...
to punish the weaker...
and claim its own...
unquestioned...
superiority.
That...
was the end of everything...
more or less.
What happened then?
A few days later...
the schoolyear ended,
and that meant...
the end of Hogwarts
for Wiglaf and Tom.
And yet...
I still dont understand
how all of this can be linked...
with the death of Hepzibah Smith.
After his schoolyears,
Tom asked Master Dippet...
to be able to stay on as a teacher,
of Defense against the dark arts,
but Dippet declined,
and recommended
he wait a few years more.
So Tom, model student,
and seen by many as the new
promise of the wizarding world,
disappointed everyone
by taking a job at Borgin and Burkes,
a dealer of dark artifacts
and memorabilia...
in the slums of Knockturn Alley.
Yeah...
He works there for...
a few years,
then he mysteriously disappears.
Just a few days
before the discovering
of old Smiths body.
1955:
the year of the scandal.
House-elf murders her mistress,
death by poison,
cold case.
The house-elf confessed.
So, miss McLaggen,
I ask you one more time.
What does Tom Riddle have
to do with Hepzibah Smith?
Hepzibah Smith,
descendant of the Hufflepuff family...
aunt of Lazarus Smith,
the one true Heir of Helga.
Interesting.
What did Lazarus do after school?
Lazarus
was the only one among us Heirs...
to find his ancestors heirloom...
the Hufflepuff cup.
But...
someone was chasing him:
a powerful,
dark wizard...
determined to seize the cup.
In his message to us,
he wrote he would hide
the cup at his aunt Hepzibahs,
an old, fanatic crone,
so that it would be safe...
But...
When the owl...
delivered the letter to us,
it was too late...
Lazarus smith died...
just a few days
before his aunt Hepzibah.
And this dark wizard
would allegedly be Riddle?
If you think Riddle is involved...
what proofs do you have?
How can you be sure?
Because I saw it.
There are wizards...
capable of showing things
that go beyond space and time,
Mister Makarov.
Albus Dumbledore.
He had always
had a great respect for Tom,
nonetheless,
he may be the only one...
that always knew
how dangerous he could be.
Miss McLaggen?
Just a few days
after her mistresss death,
Hokey, the house-elf, died,
probably shocked in discovering
she was the murderer...
of Miss Hepzibah.
But, once more,
fate was on professor Dumbledors side.
He managed to access
the elfs subconscious,
drawing out her most hidden memories.
Which memories?
What have you seen?
They overwork you at that shop,
I have said it a hundred times.
Well,
what is your excuse for visiting
this old, boring lady this time?
Mr. Burke would like
to make an improved offer...
for the goblinmade armor.
Five hundred Galleons.
He feels it is a more than fair.
Now, now, not so fast,
or I will think youre only
here for my trinkets!
I am ordered here
because of them, Madam.
I am only a poor assistant,
who must do as he is told.
Mr. Burke wishes me to inquire...
Oh, Mr. Burke!
Ive something to show you
that Ive never shown Mr. Burke!
Can you keep a secret, Tom?
Will you promise
you wont tell Mr. Burke Ive got it?
But you, Tom,
youll appreciate it for its history,
not how many Galleons
you can get for it.
I would be more than glad
to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me.
So, wait for me here!
Wait a minute.
What I still have to figure out is...
How did Tom Riddle know
that Ms. Smith had the cup,
if she had only received it
from Lazarus days before?
His employment at Borgin and Burkes.
was clearly part of a plan.
What better way to find out...
about illegal traffic of heirlooms,
and magic artifacts?
Ms. Smith,
was a regular costumer.
Tom knew she was an Hufflepuff...
and he knew...
her affection might prove useful.
And it did.
He figured Lazarus
would give her the cup...
and he seized the opportunity.
Im sure youll like this, Tom...
If my family knew I was showing you!
They cant wait
to get their hands on this!
I wonder whether
you know what it is, Dear?
Pick it up,
have a good look!
So?
A badger...
So... this was...?
Helga Hufflepuffs cup,
as you very well know, you clever one!
Didnt I tell you
I was distantly descended?
This...
has been handed down
in the family for years and years.
Lovely, isnt it?
And all sorts of powers
its supposed to possess too,
but I havent tested them thoroughly,
I just keep it nice and safe in here.
I think youll like this
even more, lean in a little.
Mr. Burk sold it to me, years ago.
And I dare say hed love
to get it back when Im gone.
Slytherins mark...
Thats right!
I had to pay an arm and a leg for it,
but I couldnt let it pass,
not a real treasure like that,
had to have it for my collection.
Burke bought it, apparently from a...
ragged-looking woman...
who seemed to have stolen it,
but had no idea of its true value!
Hepzibah didnt have any clue...
what a heavy impact those
words would have had on her fate.
The woman who sold the locket to Burke?
Merope Gaunt,
heir of Salazar Slytherin.
Mother of Tom Riddle.
Are you all right, dear?
Yes.
Yes, Im very well.
Your eyes...
I thought...
but a trick of the light, I suppose...
Its funny...
how sometimes chance intertwines...
so devilishly well with fate.
Dont you agree, Ms. Smith?
Dear boy, I...
The seeker...
chases the Snitch...
so assiduously,
When he finally grabs it,
firmly holding in his hand...
He simply realizes
the game was already won.
What do you mean?
Poor, sweet Lazarus,
such an erratic and umpredictable boy,
disowned by the Hufflepuffs...
But he was so proud of his roots...
to risk his life...
looking for Helga Hufflepuffs cup,
the lost heirloom of your family.
How do you know about Lazarus?!
How do you know the cup was lost?!
And he trusted again...
the very same family...
that denied him
his Hufflepuff descendance,
handing the cup to you,
hoping to keep it hidden
from dangerous people.
People like me.
You what...
But my luck seems
to be endless because...
I bet your dear nephew ignored...
that you also owned
the noble Slytherin heirloom.
Very well.
The one that I was
so desperately looking for...
Finally mine!
Do you want my treasures?
Take them, you can keep them!
I find it almost disgusting.
Your nephew has done
so much to find this relic...
and restore your familys name...
And then I look at you.
So sickening,
so revolting, so old.
Youre living proof of how low
the four houses have fallen.
If Hufflepuff ever had a worthy heir,
that was Lazarus Smith.
And now hes dead,
by my hand.
You did what...?
He wanted to raise
this world to higher ends.
He wanted a peaceful and just world,
like all four of us heirs.
But you dont have to worry,
his dream will live on with me.
You are Slytherins heir!
Tom!
I have a secure vault at Gringotts!
I'm rich,
Ill do anything you want,
Ill give you everything you want!
Tom dear, I beg you!
Tom!
Tom, I beg you!
Enemies of the Heir,
beware.
Avada Kedavra!
Tom impeccably
staged a first-class scandal:
a False Memory charm,
an undetectable poison,
and just the right touch
of theatricality;
the house-elf pled guilty.
Merlins beard...
That night I paid Tom a visit...
Tom!
unaware of the crime
he had just committed.
Alohomora!
Tom!
I was desperate...
after Hogwarts,
Tom cut off all ties with us Heirs.
After Lazarus died...
I was terrified.
What if Tom had managed to find
one of the heirlooms he was looking for?
Lazaruss murderer,
would he have come for him too?
I got there late.
Tom had vanished.
I was...
the only one...
who still cared about Tom...
The only one who still believed in him.
The only...
disgusting little girl...
still blinded by her feelings.
But...
to what end?
Why retrieve
the four founders heirlooms?
Horcrux.
What ?
Horcrux.
Do you know...
what this word means, General?
A power so dark...
that only a few dare speak of it.
The only known form...
of immortality.
Tearing a fragment of your soul...
to confine it into an object.
What kind of object?
Who knows?
Might be anything.
Or maybe...
something you really care about.
An object which represents something.
Which...
is bound to a memory...
Which is a part of your past.
Like... a diary!
So you think that...
the diary we obtained...
is a horcrux?
I cant say for sure.
But...
Im sure that...
both the cup and the locket,
are now more than simple heirlooms.
And I think that he wont stop there.
For what we know,
he might already have gotten
to Rowena Ravenclaws diadem...
Wiglaf.
What happened to Ravenclaws heir?
Its a nasty wound.
Now stay here, be quiet and wait
while I finish this healing potion...
hoping that this will work.
After all these years...
Why did you look for me?
Because we have a common goal, I guess.
And I even guess that in this world...
there still is someone
I can call my friend.
That someone is you.
Things are getting worse.
Now they call themselves Deatheater...
Hilarious!
Theres nothing we can do,
not as long as the enigma
remains unsolved.
We searched every
single inch of those ruins,
but there is no sign of the sword.
You mean...
Godric Gryffindor's sword?
Probably...
the only heirloom
Tom still couldnt find.
What are Wiglafs intentions?
We have to stop him, Wiglaf...
If he manages to take
hold of the sword, well then...
We have to Save him!
He opened the Chamber of Secrets.
He killed Lazarus!
He's been...
betraying us, always!
He is true evil.
And I will eradicate him!
I will bring justice!
Theres still some good in Tom!
I know it!
Tom?
Who is Tom?
No, Grisha.
There was never a Tom.
He has always been...
Volde...
He has always been?
- Go on.
- Nothing.
That name just...
It doesnt matter...
I guess the Veritaserum
is starting to wear off.
Wiglaf tried to stop him, Mister Makarov.
He tried,
but now...
Hes dead.
dead?
He had no chance with him.
First the Badger, then the Raven...
Im the only one left.
The only one
who can still stop the Serpent.
The only one who can still save Tom.
Save him... From what?
From himself!
That diary...
If theres a way to stop him,
its in there.
It is a fragment of his soul...
Of his life...
Of his past...
And mine.
The train leaves in an hour.
Youd better pack your things.
Is this how you say goodbye?
Since, as you know, I am a Headboy,
it would be almost impossible...
to say goodbye on the train, so...
What s the matter with you?
Sorry?
Whats the matter with you!
Whats the bloody matter!
Why do you always
make things go wrong?
It looks like you enjoy seeing
the world going to pieces!
Lazarus will be ok.
And Wiglaf, well...
You know...
we are alike in many ways.
Its normal for us to be in conflict.
But he will take his own path,
as I will follow mine.
And me?
What answer do you have for me?
You are a seeker, right?
You know too well how the game works.
You have to cach the snitch.
You have to chase it...
you have to grab it to end the game.
But it never rests,
its unstoppable.
It whizzes at top speed...
and if you want to catch it,
you must not be distracted.
You cannot think...
No past,
no future.
What about that diary, then?
Memories are made
of something peculiar...
Trying to catch them can be dangerous.
The good ones, theyre hard to catch.
The bad ones,
on the other hand...
Theyre even harder to keep away.
You will run away,
won't you?
You will disappear, I know.
It's in your nature.
But you can't run away
from who you truly are.
You can't run away from your past.
Farewell, Grisha.
Since that day...
Have you seen each other again?
No.
Not yet.
Youre accused
of serious crimes, young lady.
Attempted robbery of materials...
held by the soviet auror department,
resisting arrest, contempt...
But...
I suppose...
there might have been
a big misunderstanding,
true?
You told me everything, Ms. McLaggen.
And,
unless you are immune...
to Veritaserum...
you said the truth...
But its still your own truth.
I cannot be sure
what you said actually happened.
We need facts,
we need proofs.
No one would believe
such a convoluted...
and inconsistent story.
Not even I,
can truly believe it.
Yet...
I see something...
extremely sincere in you.
Something different.
We cannot use this diary,
it doesn't belong here.
If the owner,
really is Tom Marvolo Riddle,
then,
its a problem of the brits,
so...
Im giving this diary to you.
I am sure that,
you can work on convincing
your department...
to take your investigation seriously.
After Gellert Grindelwald,
Im sure they wouldnt want
another dark wizard on their hands...
Am I right?
- General Makarov, I...
- Please,
take back your wand...
and the rest
of your personal belongings
before you use
the Portkey youll be given.
Im sure I will hear more of you...
Yes.
Be well.
Thanks, General.
Oh, Ms. McLaggen!
The diary...
What I cannot figure out is:
How did you know we had it?
I didnt...
Or maybe...
I did!
What in...?
Who the hell...
Who... Who are you?!
My name is...
Voldemort.
That's not possible...
Transfiguration?
Theres nothing that powerful...
The Veritaserum...?
Darkness hides secrets...
far more powerful...
than just a simple potion,
General.
You violated my soul's tomb...
the tomb where my past lies.
Grab him!
Enemies of the Heir...
Beware!
Whomever these remains belonged to,
is of little importance at this point.
Probably a sacrifice...
for who knows what kind of dark ritual...
It was a woman.
Come on.
We must go,
before we get caught in the storm.
Grindelwald was defeated...
but this notwithstanding...
because of him,
good people must still die.
When will it end?
It has no end...
There will always
be darkness in this world, Igor.
The darkness...
is all that we have...
How else...
would we remember the light?