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She left, and Harry and Ron gazed uncertainly at Dumbledore. What exactly had Professor McGonagall meant, deal with them? Surely - surely - they weren't about to be punished?
Harry didn't want to press the subject, not with the spiders
The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there -- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.
Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't see how Ginny could still be alive.
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.
"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter," said Riddle. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you."
But Dobby didn't move. He was holding up Harry's disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure.
"Get up," said Ron sharply, pointing his wand at Lockhart.
"A clever plan," said Dumbledore in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. "Because if Harry here" --Mr. Malfoy shot Harry a swift, sharp look -- "and his friend Ron hadn't discovered this book, why -- Ginny Weasley might have taken all
"Is it Hagrid?" said Aragog, moving closer, his eight milky eyes wandering vaguely.
"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!"
Harry had to crane his neck to look up into the giant face above: It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor. And between the feet, facedown, lay a small, black-robed figure with flaming-red hair.