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"Are you all right?" said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet.
"We'll just have to --" Harry began, but a voice suddenly rang across the hall.
"I don't understand... is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"
"You nearly were, I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer --"
"Thanks," said Harry, "I'll need something to look forward to." People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called:
"Here I come," he said, and he drained the little bottle in one gulp.
"You can't go out," said Neville, "you'll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble."
A white pawn had moved forward two squares.
"Harry -- move diagonally four squares to the right."
"Quirrell said Snape --"
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.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."
Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.
"I shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Filch coldly, they're here to be punished, after all."
"Let me speak to him... face-to-face..."
"That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn," said Firenze. "Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips."
Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
"Better get the cloak," Ron muttered, as Lee Jordan finally left, stretching and yawning. Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He putted out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy -- he didn't feel much like singing.;