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"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly..
It was like rushing down an endless, slimy, dark slide. He could see more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as large as theirs, which twisted and turned, sloping steeply downward, and he knew that he was falling deeper below the school than even the dungeons. Behind him he could hear Ron, thudding slightly at the curves.
More loud clicking, more rustling; the spiders seemed to be closing in.
"Get away, bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly. "Get away from him - I said, get away --"
Harry stared at him.
Because Harry couldn't think of anything else to do, and because he wanted to be doing something, he agreed. The Gryffindors around them were so miserable, and felt so sorry for the Weasleys, that nobody tried to stop them as they got up, crossed the room, and left through the portrait hole.
"But that was years ago," said Aragog fretfully. "Years and years ago. I remember it well. That's why they made him leave the school. They believed that I was the monster that dwells in what they call the Chamber of Secrets. They thought that Hagrid had opened the Chamber and set me free."
There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry's hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then
Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.
Lockhart ambled out. Ron cast a curious look back at Dumbledore and Harry as he closed the door.
"No," said Harry, so firmly that Ernie and Hannah stared.
"Kill them," clicked Aragog fretfully. "I was sleeping ......
An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe. Harry could hear Lockhart dangling below him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!" The chill air was whipping through Harry's hair, and before he'd stopped enjoying the ride, it was over -- all four of them were hitting the wet floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and as Lockhart straightened his hat, the sink that hid the pipe was sliding back into place.
"You don't think - not Moaning Myrtle?"