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"What if he's --?"
Harry looked at the tiny bottle.
"Not if I can help it," said Hermione grimly. "Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve percent on his exam. They're not throwing me out after that."
He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR
"Can you hear something?" Ron whispered.
"Professor -- please
Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century. He had a knack for spotting things other people didn't. After a minute's weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
"Neville," she said, "I'm really, really sorry about this."
Harry screwed up his courage.
Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.
"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore. Harry stared at him. Then he remembered: "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick --"
"But I thought -- Snape --"
They had reached another door.
"Well, " Hermione exploded, "if he did -- I mean to say that's terrible -- you could have been killed."
Harry didn't sleep all night. He could hear Neville sobbing into his pillow for what seemed like hours. Harry couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him. He knew Neville, like himself, was dreading the dawn. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what they'd done?。