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The words shone momentarily on the page and they, too, sank without trace. Then, at last, something happened.
Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, "Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make -"
"That's a girls' bathroom!" he gasped. "What were you -?"
Harry got up and crossed to the window next to the message on the wall. Hermione was pointing at the topmost pane, where around twenty spiders were scuttling, apparently fighting to get through a small crack. A long, silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.
Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. "Do you think he's all right?" she squealed through her fingers.
"Stomachache," Ron grunted.
"Harry - Harry - a boy in my class has been saying you're
"They went for Filch first," Neville said, his round face fearful. "And everyone knows I'm almost a Squib."
"You don't care about Ginny," said Ron, whose ears were now
"I've heard you hate those Muggles you live with," said Ernie swiftly.
Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drumroll against his ribs. He looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled voices of teachers from the classes on either side.
And he fainted.
He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.
The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet.
"How many monsters d'you think this place can hold?" Ron asked dully.
In the second week of December Professor McGonagall came around as usual, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas. Harry, Ron, and Hermione signed her list; they had heard that Malfoy was staying, which struck them as very suspicious. The holidays would be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and try to worm a confession out of him.（央视记者 徐海霞）