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Hagrid leapt to his feet, his shaggy black head grazing the ceiling.
Riddle laughed his high laugh again.
"Right," said Ron, who was twirling his wand nervously in his fingers. "Er - aren't there - aren't there supposed to be werewolves in the forest?" he added as they took their usual places at the back of Lockhart's classroom.
"Is it something about the Chamber of Secrets? Have you seen something? Someone acting oddly?"
the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadn't acted of her own free will ......
A second later, the bird was flying straight at Harry. It dropped the ragged thing it was carrying at his feet, then landed heavily on his shoulder. As it folded its great wings, Harry looked up and saw it had a long, sharp golden beak and a beady black eye.
I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
Mr. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry.
Lockhart stared around at his stony-faced colleagues.
"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"Me too," said Ron.
Harry jumped forward, but too late - Lockhart was straightening up, panting, Ron's wand in his hand and a gleaming smile back on his face.
There was a pause.