Some of them aren’t even Harry Potter characters.
I have a few secrets of my own, and of course they are clearly in the same class.
There’s an art to keeping this stuff out of the public eye. Like the Dread Pirate Westley up there, I invest a lot of energy and cunning in misdirection and subterfuge to keep the people around me from discovering the dark truth.
The need for secrecy comes from a firm conviction that none of them share in my transgressions, and that the full revelation would be too much of a shock to bear.
It’s not as if I imagine other people to be devoid of complicated inner lives. I just tend to suspect they might be better than I am.
Also, no, we never had a second flavor of pudding. Why do you ask?