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"They've never lost a hundred and fifty points in one go, though, have they?" said Harry miserably.
"Do you mean," Harry croaked, "that was Vol-"
"Don't be stupid," said Ron.
"But so will we, won't we?" "Of course not," said Hermione. "Everything we need is here on this paper. Seven bottles: three are poison; two are wine; one will get us safely through the black fire, and one will get us back through the purple."
Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round.
Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
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 --
But even Quidditch had lost its fun. The rest of the team wouldn't speak to Harry during practice, and if they had to speak about him, they called him "the Seeker."
"Still famous," said Ron, grinning at him.
"You can't!" said Hermione. "After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You'll be expelled!"
"I will, sir, I most certainly will," said Peeves, rising up in the air again. "Hope your business goes well, Baron, I'll not bother you."
"I'm going out of here tonight and I'm going to try and get to the Stone first."
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."
"I shouldn'ta told yeh that!" he blurted out. "Forget I said it! Hey -- where're yeh goin'?"
I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say.