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"Ouch! What're you -"
Suddenly, something that was nagging at Harry came tumbling out of his mouth.
There was a sudden movement behind them. Gilderoy Lockhart's knees had given way.
Ron gave a loud snort. Evidently, hatching Aragog in a cupboard wasn't his idea of being innocent.
Even as he reached for his wand, Harry knew it was no good, there were too many of them, but as he tried to stand, ready to die fighting, a loud, long note sounded, and a blaze of light flamed through the hollow.
"You see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry - I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"
"What d'you mean, she won't wake?" Harry said desperately. "She's not - she's not -?"
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"Shouldn't have let Professor Snape teach us that one," said Harry furiously, kicking Lockhart's trunk aside. Lockhart was looking up at him, feeble once more. Harry was still pointing his wand at him.
And from the middle of the misty, domed web, a spider the size of a small elephant emerged, very slowly. There was gray in the black of his body and legs, and each of the eyes on his ugly, pincered head was milky white. He was blind.
"A clever plan," said Dumbledore in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. "Because if Harry here" --Mr. Malfoy shot Harry a swift, sharp look -- "and his friend Ron hadn't discovered this book, why -- Ginny Weasley might have taken all
Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.
More loud clicking, more rustling; the spiders seemed to be closing in.
"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"