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"Probably getting ready to pounce," said Ron.
Harry knew the whole mystery might be solved tomorrow without their help, but he wasn't about to pass up a chance to speak to Myrtle if it turned up - and to his delight it did, midmorning, when they were being led to History of Magic by Gilderoy Lockhart.
"What's up?" said Ron, helping himself to more porridge.
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.
"Calm yourself, Hagrid," said Dumbledore sharply. He looked at Lucius Malfoy.
Harry knocked and there was a sudden silence from inside. Then the door opened the tiniest crack and they saw one of Lockhart's eyes peering through it.
"That remains to be seen," said Mr. Malfoy with a nasty smile. "But as all twelve of us have voted -"
"I bet he thought Aragog wouldn't hurt friends of his," said Harry.
And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths. 3 1
Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying -- it had been years since he'd really cried -- but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
"And you ... you didn't come from the Chamber of Secrets?" said Harry, who could feel cold sweat on his forehead.