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"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. And then he understood, too.
"It has happened," she told the silent staff room. "A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself."
"But how's the basilisk been getting around the place?" said Ron. "A giant snake . . . Someone would've seen. . ."
"Good evening, Hagrid."
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
"Mr. Malfoy," he gasped, skidding to a halt, "I've got something for you --"
"Of course," she said, and Harry, amazed, saw a tear glistening in her beady eye. "Of course, I realize this has all been hardest on the friends of those who have been ... I quite understand. Yes,
Dudley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
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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.
"Well, you see, Lucius," said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, "the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They'd heard that Arthur Weasleys daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange tales they told me, too .... Several of them seemed to think that you had threatened to curse their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place."
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.
"Hermione!" Ron groaned.
"I bet he thought Aragog wouldn't hurt friends of his," said Harry.