One secret holds another secret, one person leads to another. Like a giant spider web.
If you're going to bury the truth, make sure it stays buried.
— Can I borrow a match?
— I use a lighter.
— That's better still.
— Until they go wrong.
– What do we think of the boy?... Is he a captive like Smee in Nicholas Nickleby?... He looks lonely.
– You don't think he'll try to call?
– Maybe. He has a secret! A tragic, European secret.
– He's had no upbringing at all, they say. He was reared in Italy among artists and vagrants.
– Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy, I'd want to look just like that. Imagine, giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man!
– Jo, please don't say "awful". It's slang.
– I'd be terrified to live with him.
Some secrets need to stay buried.
— Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.
— Nicholas Flamel?
— I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that...
He has one he will take to the grave. And it is discovered.