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Quirrell rounded on Harry.
Harry turned to Hermione.
"But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this, he'd
"It was you."
Quirrell cursed under his breath.
When Harry walked in there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at him.
"See you in a minute, I hope...
"Got it," she said. "The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire -- toward the Stone."
"But I thought -- Snape --"
"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
"D'you think that was a centaur we heard earlier?" said Harry.
"We've had Sprout's, that was the Devil's Snare; Flitwick must've put charms on the keys; McGonagall transfigured the chessmen to make them alive; that leaves Quirrell's spell, and Snape's."
Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.
At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the house points the next day thought there'd been a mistake. How could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday? And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lo st them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years.
Harry tried to understand this but it made his head pound, so he stopped.