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"
Do
n't
hurt
'em
,
do
n't
hurt
'em
!
"
he
yelled
.
"
HAGRID
,
NO
!
"
Harry
forgot
everything
else
:
he
sprinted
out
from
under
the
cloak
,
running
bent
double
to
avoid
the
curses
illuminating
the
whole
hall
.
"
HAGRID
,
COME
BACK
!
"
But
he
was
not
even
halfway
to
Hagrid
when
he
saw
it
happen
:
Hagrid
vanished
amongst
the
spiders
,
and
with
a
great
scurrying
,
a
foul
swarming
movement
,
they
retreated
under
the
onslaught
of
spells
,
Hagrid
buried
in
their
midst
.
"
HAGRID
!
"
Harry
heard
someone
calling
his
own
name
,
whether
friend
or
foe
he
did
not
care
:
He
was
springint
down
the
front
steps
into
the
dark
grounds
,
and
the
spiders
were
swarming
away
with
their
prey
,
and
he
could
see
nothing
of
Hagrid
at
all
.
"
HAGRID
!
"
He
thought
he
could
make
out
an
enormous
arm
waving
from
the
midst
of
the
spider
swarm
,
but
as
he
made
to
chase
after
them
,
his
way
was
impeded
by
a
monumental
foot
,
which
swung
down
out
of
the
darkness
and
made
the
ground
on
which
he
stood
shudder
.
He
looked
up
:
A
giant
stood
before
him
,
twenty
feet
high
,
its
head
hidden
in
shadow
,
nothing
but
its
treelike
,
hairy
shins
illuminated
by
light
from
the
castle
doors
.
With
one
brutal
,
fluid
movement
,
it
smashed
a
massive
fist
through
an
upper
window
,
and
glass
rained
down
upon
Harry
,
forcing
him
back
under
the
shelter
of
the
doorway
.
