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The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn't affect them....
"Yes, didn't you tell me you were sure you knew what was inside it?" piped up Professor Flitwick.
Harry stood, tense, waiting for Riddle to raise his wand. But Riddle's twisted smile was widening again.
"So!" he said "You've come back. The governors suspended you, but you still saw fit to return to Hogwarts."
The teachers rose and left, one by one.
Preferring not to answer that question, Harry said, "There are good things in there, too. The centaurs are all right, and the unicorns ...
"Somewhere there," said Myrtle, pointing vaguely toward the sink in front of her toilet.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
Harry looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He had never tried to break apart anything as large as these rocks by magic, and now didn't seem a good moment to try - what if the whole tunnel caved in?
Harry summoned what remained of his courage.
"In trouble?" said the aged spider, and Harry thought he heard concern beneath the clicking pincers. "But why has he sent you?"
"A memory," said Riddle quietly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years.
But something happened in their first lesson, Transfiguration, that drove the Chamber of Secrets out of their minds for the first time in weeks. Ten minutes into the class, Professor McGonagall told them that their exams would start on the first of June, one week from today.
Spiders. Not tiny spiders like those surging over the leaves below. Spiders the size of carthorses, eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic. The massive specimen that was carrying Harry made its way down the steep slope toward a misty, domed web in the very center of the hollow, while its fellows closed in all around it, clicking their pincers excitedly at the sight of its load.？