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"A bit. Well, that's something." Ronan sighed. He flung back his head and stared at the sky. "Mars is bright tonight."
"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
"All right?" Harry whispered.
"What are you three doing inside?"
"You'll understand later, Neville," said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.
Harry sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed "SEIZE HIM!" and the next second, Harry felt Quirrell's hand close on his wrist. At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry's scar; his head felt as though it was about to split in two; he yelled, struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, Quirrell let go of him. The pain in his head lessened -- he looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone, and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingers -- they were blistering before his eyes.
"But what can we --"
"But how do we know which to drink?"
Bane kicked his back legs in anger.
Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.
"But sit, the Stone
"You want to be more careful," said Snape. "Hanging around
And Firenze whisked around; with Harry clutching on as best he could, they plunged off into the trees, leaving Ronan and Bane behind them.
"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously.
Harry was quite sure the unsettled feeling didn't have anything to do with work, though. He watched an owl flutter toward the school across the bright blue sky, a note clamped in its mouth. Hagrid was the only one who ever sent him letters. Hagrid would never betray Dumbledore. Hagrid would never tell anyone how to get past Fluffy... never... but --