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He never knew how long he was in the creature's clutches; he only knew that the darkness suddenly lifted enough for him to see that the leaf-strewn ground was now swarming with spiders. Craning his neck sideways, he realized that they had reached the ridge of
Harry approached, his throat very dry. There was no need to pretend these stone snakes were real; their eyes looked strangely alive.
Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. And then he understood, too.
"It only put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a defeated voice, "because I asked not to go in Slytherin . . . ."
"We do not speak of it!" said Aragog fiercely. "We do not name it! I never even told Hagrid the name of that dread creature, though he asked me, many times."
"Am I a professor?" said Lockhart in mild surprise. "Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?"
The smile had gone from Riddle's face, to be replaced by a very ugly look.
"Nearly," said Harry.
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of Salazar Slytherin -- can speak Parseltongue. Unless I'm much mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I'm sure ....
White-faced and wandless, Lockhart approached the opening.
where else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
"A memory," said Riddle quietly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years.
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
"What d'you reckon?" Harry said to Ron, whose eyes he could just make out, reflecting the light from his wand.