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They had no choice now but to go to the hospital wing and tell Madam Pomfrey that they had Professor McGonagall's permission to visit Hermione.
"Can you imagine me taking exams with this?" he asked Harry, holding up his wand, which had just started whistling loudly.
Harry and Ron waited for the distant sounds of two dormitory doors closing before seizing the cloak, throwing it over themselves, and climbing through the portrait hole.
feet a little ways away, covered in slime and white as a ghost. Harry stood aside as Ron came whizzing out of the pipe, too.
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.
Harry wheeled around to look up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on his shoulder.
All the time he spoke, Riddle's eyes never left Harry's face. There was an almost hungry look in them.
He raised the wand
"The appointment - or suspension - of the headmaster is a matter for the governors, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy smoothly. "And as Dumbledore has failed to stop these attacks -"
"A memory," said Riddle quietly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years.
"I - I really never - you may have misunderstood -"
"What d'you mean?" he said. "Look, give me my wand, I might need it -"
Hagrid's hint about the spiders was far easier to understand the trouble was, there didn't seem to be a single spider left in the castle to follow. Harry looked everywhere he went, helped (rather reluctantly) by Ron. They were hampered, of course, by the fact that they weren't allowed to wander off on their own but had to move around the castle in a pack with the other Gryffindors. Most of their fellow students seemed glad that they were being shepherded from class to class by teachers, but Harry found it very irksome.（央视记者 徐海霞）