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"I never," said Hagrid, looking imploringly at Dumbledore. "You know I never, Professor Dumbledore, sir -"
"Oh, yeah," said Ron, trying, and failing, to look pleased. "But we can't follow them now -"
"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
"Mr. Malfoy," he gasped, skidding to a halt, "I've got something for you --"
"Oh, yes he would," said Ron, even more loudly than Dean.
"She won't wake," said a soft voice.
"It's been here all the time!" said Ron delightedly, walking around the car. "Look at it. The forest's turned it wild . . . ."
"Strangers," clicked the spider who had brought Ron.
"Open up," he said.
"Kill them," clicked Aragog fretfully. "I was sleeping ......
One person, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion. Draco Malfoy was strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy. Harry didn't realize what he was so pleased about until the Potions lesson about two weeks after Dumbledore and Hagrid had left, when, sitting right behind Malfoy, Harry overheard him gloating to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Hermione!" Ron groaned.
"Come, Dobby. I said, come."
Just then, the doorbell rang -- "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically -- and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.