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Should be open season in a game park. All are able to be hunted if hunting. Laws of nature only.

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“However,” Professor Quirrell said, at last, “I will tell you this much. There were, as rumors and lies suggest, several objects which now exist which were originally created by Tom Riddle. One of these, Mr. Potter, is a Dittomantic book - no, it is not one of those,” Professor Quirrell added, as Harry automatically looked toward one of the shelves. “None of those. The book I refer to is one I call Riddle’s Diary, and it is, like all Dittomancy books, a very dangerous object to read. There are several branches of possible futures in which I tell you no more of this book, to prevent you from becoming… overeager. But there is another branch, Mr. Potter, on which I feel compelled to tell you that, in the right circumstances, this book may allow some manner of entry into the buried memories of Tom Riddle’s mind.” “Tom Riddle as he was,” whispered Harry, staring at Professor Quirrell, and understanding. “I do not know, myself,” said Quirrell. “I have attempted, many times, to enter the Probability Wave of Riddle’s buried soul; to illuminate a small portion of his realm of darkness with my own understanding, to emerge enlightened. However, that book, as to its ultimate purpose, eludes me… and it is not even certain that Tom Riddle knew it himself.” Harry’s mouth was agape. “You’ve actually opened the book!” Professor Quirrell inclined his head. “And what did you see?” cried Harry, staring in awe at his Defense Professor; it was like a clash of legendary heroes on the battlefield, there was so much resonating, vicarious pride in learning this. Professor Quirrell, who had opened the dangerous book, experienced all that might have been, who had learned more of Riddle than anyone but the Dark Lord himself -! There was a tilt of the head, a shifting of the light, and the radiance of Professor Quirrell’s eyes could be seen within their flickering shadows as the Defense Professor said, “I told you it is a dangerous object. Variant Extrusion is, in all significant dimensions, logically equivalent to Necromancy. It was all I could do to keep my soul, my sense of self, intact in Riddle’s world. But I tell it to you, Mr. Potter, because there is another branch of the world in which you steal that book, you who are only beginning to learn spellcasting, you who approach the Art with reckless, loving awe, as Riddle did himself…” Professor Quirrell paused. “You attempt to read the book, you open once the door of Riddle’s memories, not entirely possessed of the knowledge of how to close it again. Perhaps you do not even know you have opened it, at first. And one way or another, it would succeed in claiming you. It is a crime that I should even come near such a book,” Professor Quirrell said, with self-mocking hatred; but even as he said it, the Defense Professor’s eyes radiated a cold and distant pride. “A crime to ask questions of Riddle’s mind, so immaturely as I have yet done, much less simply to hold it in my hands. Mr. Potter, you are a boy. There is no branch of the probability wave, upon which holding such a book in your hands, would lead to anything but the most complete catastrophe.” Harry Potter swallowed. “Your horrified visage,” said Professor Quirrell, after a moment, “tells me that I have at last succeeded in properly convincing you of the dangers. But also know this, that situation of which I speak is only one of several possibilities that could arise. Perhaps you will not attempt to open the book, perhaps running far instead of daring Riddle’s light. Or perhaps, on your own accord, in good time and for worthy reasons, you will choose to lay claim to all of that Dark Lord’s life and power. Who, other than Tom Riddle, knows your own mind?” “Professor Quirrell,” Harry whispered, “why are you telling me this?”

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