until he heard voices. he glided toward them and landed noiselessly
in a t beech tree.
he climbed carefully alohe branches, holding tight
to his broomstig th the leaves. below, in a
shad, stood s he wasnt alone. quirrell was
there, too. harry t make out the look o he
was stutterihan ever. harry straich what they
were saying.
”... d-dont knoao meet here of all
p-places, severus...”
”oh, i thought wed keep this private,” said snape, his voice
icy. ”stude supposed to know about the sorcerers stone,
after all.”
harry leaned forward. quirrell was mumblihing. snape
ied him.
”have you found out how to get past that beast of hagrids yet?”
”b-b-but severus, i --”
”you dont want me as your enemy, quirrell,” said saking
a step toward him.
”i-i dont know what you
”you kly well what i mean.”
an owl hooted loudly, and harry of the tree. he
steadied himself io hear snape say, ”-- your little bit of
hocus-pocus. im waiting.”
”b-but i d-d-dont --”
”very e . ”well have ale ,
when youve had time to think things over and decided where your
loyalties lie.”
he threw his cloak over his head ahe
g. it was almost dark now, but harry could see quirrell,
standiill as though he etrified.
”harry, where have you been?” hermione squeaked.
”on! we wohumping harry on the
bad i gave malfoy a blad o take on
d goyle single-haill out adam pomftey
says hell be all right - talk about showing slytherin! everyones
waiting for you in the , were